Cleverness is cheap. It is faith that He praises.
Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!
He (God) loves what I shall be.
Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!
It's right to trust in God; but, if you don't stand to your halliards your craft'll miss stays, and your faith'll be blown out of the bolt-ropes in the turn of a marlinspike.
No story ever really ends, and I think I know why.