I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

Well, every man has a religion; has something in heaven or earth which he will give up everything else for - something which absorbs him - which may be regarded by others as being useless - yet it is his dream, it is his lodestar, it is his master. That, whatever it is, seized upon me, made me its servant, slave - induced me to set aside the other ambitions a trail of glory in the heavens, which I followed, followed with a full heart. ...When once I am convinced, I never let go.

I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!