Well, gold contains all things in embryo; gold realizes all things for us.
We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.
We had yet to learn that the Devil created youth so that we could make our mistakes, and that God established maturity and old age so that we could pay for them…
We degrade God too much, ascribing to him our ideas, in vexation at being unable to understand Him.[Мы слишком унижаем провидение, приписывая ему наши понятия, с досады, что не можем понять его.]
We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.
We cannot measure the vast orbit of the Divine thought of which we are but an atom as small as God is great; but we can feel its vastness, we can kneel, adore, and wait.
We can’t form our children on our own concepts; we must take them and love them as God gives them to us.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.
We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.
To think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
