You asked for a loving God: you have one... The consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist's love for his work and despotic as a man's love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father's love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. How this should be, I do not know: it passes reason to explain why any creatures, not to say creatures such as we, should have a value so prodigious in their Creator's eyes.

Term, holidays, term, holidays, till we leave school, and then work, work, work till we die.

In commanding us to glorify Him, God is inviting us to enjoy Him.

I was not born to be free---I was born to adore and obey.

And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to and end; but that was not to be.

I think each village was meant to feel pity for its own sick and poor whom it can help and I doubt if it is the duty of any private person to fix his mind on ills which he cannot help. This may even become an escape from the works of charity we really can do to those we know. God may call any one of us to respond to some far away problem or support those who have been so called. But we are finite and he will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.