Am I lost or just less found?
Edmund, give a special goodbye to Trumpkin for me. He's been a brick.
Friendship is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.
Above all else , the devil can not stand to be mocked.
What the soul cries out for is the resurrection of the senses. Even in this life, matter would be nothing to us if it were not the source of sensations.
Believe in God like you believe in the sunrise. Not because you can see it, but because you can see all it touches.