“Let them all come,' said the Commdor, expansively. 'A symbolic friendly union of our nations. It will give us a chance for further friendly discussion. But one thing.' his face lengthened and grew stern, 'none of your religion. Don't think that all this is an entering wedge for the missionaries.''Commdor,' said Mallow, dryly, 'I give you my word that religion would cut my profits.”

“In my forty-year career in this country,Inever dealt with people based on their religion or nationality. I have friends of all faiths. I have always held the rule that all of us come from one father,Adam, and one mother,Eve.”

“Let us give thanks to God above,Thanks for expressions of His love,Seen in the book of nature, grandTaught by His love on every hand.Let us be thankful in our hearts,Thankful for all the truth imparts,For the religion of our Lord,All that is taught us in His word.Let us be thankful for a land,That will for such religion stand;One that protects it by the law,One that before it stands in awe.Thankful for all things let us be,Though there be woes and misery;Lessons they bring us for our good-Later 'twill all be understood.Thankful for peace o'er land and sea,Thankful for signs of liberty,Thankful for homes, for life and health,Pleasure and plenty, fame and wealth.Thankful for friends and loved ones, too,Thankful for all things, good and true,Thankful for harvest in the fall,Thankful to Him who gave it all.”

“You want a piece of all this fabulousness?" He gestured to himself. "Well, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldn't cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift.""Gross," said Clary. "Must you?"He grinned. "I must.”

“There's one thing you need to understand," Larry said. "We love because God first loved us, even in the face of all our unloveliness." He paused. He seemed to want to give John time to think about that. Then he said, "Go home and love your wife John."I'm afraid I can't find the strength in myself to do that, Larry."Pastor Larry leaned forward, smiling tenderly. "That's good, my friend," he said. "Now we're getting somewhere.”

“I would never date a girl who insisted that I cut you out of my life. It’s non-negotiable. You want a piece of all this fabulousness?” He gestured at himself. “Well, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldn’t cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine’s Day gift.”“Gross,” said Clary. “Must you?”He grinned. “I must.”