God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

Action is redemption.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

Truth - is as old as God-.