When God gave you to me he never said that you were mine, that I could keep you always--only borrowed read more

When God gave you to me he never said that you were mine, that I could keep you always--only borrowed for a time. Now, He's called you home, I'm sad and I shed tears. Yet, I'm glad He loaned you to me and we had these many years.

He made little, too little of sacraments and priests, because God
was so intensely real to him. What should read more

He made little, too little of sacraments and priests, because God
was so intensely real to him. What should he do with lenses who
stood thus full in the torrent of the sunshine.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It read more

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

I believe that there is no God, but that matter is God and God is
matter; and that it read more

I believe that there is no God, but that matter is God and God is
matter; and that it is no matter whether there is any God or no.

Try thyself first, and after call in God. For to the worker God himself lends aid.

Try thyself first, and after call in God. For to the worker God himself lends aid.

There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.

There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.

The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written read more

The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.

The spirit or life spark which animates this manifestation could be called God.

The spirit or life spark which animates this manifestation could be called God.

It never frightened a Puritan when you bade him stand still and
listen to the speech of God. His read more

It never frightened a Puritan when you bade him stand still and
listen to the speech of God. His closet and his church were full
of the reverberations of the awful, gracious, beautiful voice for
which he listened.