Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.

In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.

Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on.

An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.