Things are solved by walking around.
Lord, thou madest us for thyself, and we can find no rest till we find rest in thee.
Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens.
Can any praise be worthy of the Lord's majesty?
He who created us without our help will not save us without our consent.
It is not with respect to our convenience or discomfort, but with respect to their own nature that the creatures are glorifying to their Artificer.