The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices.

Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

I find myself both as man and as myself something more determined and distinctive, at pitch, more distinctive and higher pitched than anything else I see.

Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.