“I could wish there were a God, if it were only to ask him to bless thee.”

“As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.”

“Now I am a tin whistleThrough which God blows, And I wish to God I were a trumpet--But why, God only knows.”

“But I ask again, are there many like Thee? And could thou believe for one moment that men, too, could face such a temptation? Is the nature of men such, that they can reject miracles and at the great moments of their life, the moments of their deepest, most agonizing spiritual difficulties, cling only to the free verdict of their heart? ... and thou didst hope that man, following Thee, would cling to god and not ask for a miracle.”

“You could ask yourself, 'How did God Bless me today?' If you do that long enough and with faith, you will find yourself remembering blessings. And sometimes you will have gifts brought to your mind which you failed to notice during the day, but which you will then know were a touch of God's hand in your life.”

“The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.”