The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.

God is the food our spirits were designed to feed on.

We have lost the invaluable faculty of being shocked a faculty which has hitherto almost distinguished the Man or Woman from the beast or child.

We are finite and God will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us.

In worship, God imparts himself to us.

Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

Are the gods not just?' 'Oh no, child. What would become us us if they were?