“Standing among all those tiny, wavering lights, I felt as though I were God, up to my knees in the Milky Way.”

“I felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees.”

“I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.”

“I would rather die standing up to live life on my knees.”

“Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees. Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence. I had risen to my knees to pray for Mr. Rochester. Looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky Way. Remembering what it was--what countless systems there swept space like a soft trace of light--I felt the might and strength of God. Sure was I of His efficiency to save what He had made: convinced I grew that neither earth should perish, nor one of the souls it treasured. I turned my prayer to thanksgiving: the Source of Life was also the Saviour of spirits. Mr. Rochester was safe: he was God's, and by God would he be guarded.”

“I felt as though I were in the presence of one of God's more complicated pranks.”