The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

The Bible says today is the accepted time, today is the day of salvation… But there will come a time when it will be too late for you.

People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

It’s a mystery. That’s the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it’s mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God – the rest will be given.

And if a person is religious, I think it’s good, it helps you a bit. But if you’re not, at least you can have the sense that there is a condition inside you which looks at the stars with amazement and awe.

We feel and know that we are eternal.

I know I got angels watchin me from the other side.

Saints need sinners.

I’m working at trying to be a Christian, and that’s serious business. It’s like trying to be a good Jew, a good Muslim, a good Buddhist, a good Shintoist, a good Zoroastrian, a good friend, a good lover, a good mother, a good buddy – it’s serious business.

We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.

All I know is that, thanks to a sort of habit which has always been ingrained in me, I have never, at any moment of my life, experienced the least difficulty in addressing myself to God as to a supreme Someone.

To believe in God is impossible not to believe in Him is absurd.

What we call Man’s power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

A subject for a great poet would be God’s boredom after the seventh day of creation.

The faith that stands on authority is not faith.

It is a fact often observed, that men have written good verses under the inspiration of passion, who cannot write well under other circumstances.

I don’t think of poetry as a ‚rational‘ activity but as an aural one. My poems usually begin with words or phrases which appeal more because of their sound than their meaning, and the movement and phrasing of a poem are very important to me.

I do not believe that civilization will be wiped out in a war fought with the atomic bomb. Perhaps two-thirds of the people of the earth will be killed.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.

I don’t think there’s anyone who would say they don’t want or need more of God’s power in their life.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought… The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

I think Buddhism should open the door of psychology and healing to penetrate more easily into the Western world.

I just want to lobby for God.

Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.

The history of science shows that theories are perishable. With every new truth that is revealed we get a better understanding of Nature and our conceptions and views are modified.

Only that thing is free which exists by the necessities of its own nature, and is determined in its actions by itself alone.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.

Let man live at a distance from God, and the universe remains neutral or hostile to him. But let man believe in God, and immediately all around him the elements, even the irksome, of the inevitable organize themselves into a friendly whole, ordered to the ultimate success of life.

Nothing on this earth is standing still. It’s either growing or it’s dying. No matter if it’s a tree or a human being.

The dispersal of juniper seeds is effected by the plum and cherry plan of hiring birds at the cost of their board, and thus obtaining the use of a pair of extra good wings.

He who looks the higher is the more highly distinguished, and turning over the great book of nature (which is the proper object of philosophy) is the way to elevate one’s gaze.

I read poetry to save time.

It ain’t those parts of the Bible that I can’t understand that bother me, it is the parts that I do understand.

As a child of God, I am greater than anything that can happen to me.

It’s not easy to define poetry.

We teach that God’s love for His children is infinite.

First I shake the whole Apple tree, that the ripest might fall. Then I climb the tree and shake each limb, and then each branch and then each twig, and then I look under each leaf.

I’m crepuscular.

The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble.

The first step in a person’s salvation is knowledge of their sin.

‚God‘ is a relative word and has a respect to servants, and ‚Deity‘ is the dominion of God, not over his own body, as those imagine who fancy God to be the soul of the world, but over servants.

For me, I used to be shy towards journalism because it wasn’t poetry. And then I realized that the events that I covered in essays that became journalism were actually great because they inspired me, and they became my muse.

Only God who made us can touch us and change us and save us from ourselves.

Somehow, we have come to the erroneous belief that we are all but flesh, blood, and bones, and that’s all. So we direct our values to material things.

Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.

As apostles and prophets, we are concerned not only for our children and grandchildren but for yours as well – and for each of God’s children.

Every people have gods to suit their circumstances.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

When you go to the mountains, you see them and you admire them. In a sense, they give you a challenge, and you try to express that challenge by climbing them.

The devil is a peace stealer, and he works hard to set us up to get upset. But we can learn how to change our approach so we don’t live upset all of the time. And Jesus gives us the best example to follow.

I just think that trusting God means we’re going to have unanswered questions, and God is so much bigger than us, we’re never going to understand them all.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.