Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.

It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.

No one is likely to remember what is entirely uninteresting to him.

But we believe – nay, Lord we only hope, That one day we shall thank thee perfectly For pain and hope and all that led or drove Us back into the bosom of thy love.

But there are not a few who would be indignant at having their belief in God questioned, who yet seem greatly to fear imagining Him better than He is.

I begin indeed to fear that I have undertaken an impossibility, undertaken to tell what I cannot tell because no speech at my command will fit the forms in my mind.