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

Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.

I and this mystery, here we stand.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

There was a child went forth everyday, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

I like the scientific spirit-the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine-it always keeps the way beyond open.