Memories
My memories no longer fill me with shame and remorse. On the contrary, they fill me with gratitude and joy. My whole story is a sort of divine mystery to me. I don't know how an intelligent human being could have got into such a mess, and the more firmly established in sanity I become, the more amazed I am that I ever got out of the mess.
- Came To Believe . . ., pp. 98-99.
There is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude, a quiet joy.
