The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.

Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.

Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise, and great, and good interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.

A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.