“I speak out of the deep of nightout of the deep of darknessand out of the deep of night I speak.if you come to my house, friendbring me a lamp and a window I can look throughat the crowd in the happy alley.”

“I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.”

“I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal which in bright red flew out the window. ”

“Deep down inside of me, way down deep, in a place previously unknown; I heard it: a solid, honest, compassionate whisper. It was quiet, very quiet. But it was clear. And it was true. “If you go back into that house, you will never come back out.”

“A strange old manStops me,Looking out of my deep mirror.”

“For three things I thank God every day of my life: thanks that he has vouchsafed me knowledge of his works; deep thanks that he has set in my darkness the lamp of faith; deep, deepest thanks that I have another life to look forward to--a life joyous with light and flowers and heavenly song.”