Any day, any minute we bless God for our being or for anything, for food, for sunlight, we do and are what we were meant for, madefor--things that give and mean to give God glory.

I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.

Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices.

Glory be to God for dappled things.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

What I do is me, for that I came.

Anyone who teaches me deserves my respect, honoring and attention.

Time, it transpires, is not so good at telling after all.

A wife encourages her husband's egoism in order to exercise her own.

Charity should always be a constant.

When one's ideas are not challenged, one's ability to defend them weakens.

I was involved in school plays, but when I left school I did a couple of odd jobs as a baker's apprentice and then as a fruit market porter in Manchester

In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.

Off to the STUDIO in my new whip.

Return to the villages means a definite, voluntary recognition of the duty of bread labour and all its connotes.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.