Quotes
Quotes about God
Yes, if they would thank their maker, And seek no further, but they have new creators, God tailor and god mercer.
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there? What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon. What, up and down carved like an apple tart? Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop. Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!
Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.
The twig is so easily bended I have banished the rule and the rod: I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, They have taught me the goodness of God; My heart is the dungeon of darkness, When I shut them for breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction; My love is the law of the school.
Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,--look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.
There are times when God asks nothing of his children except silence, patience and tears.
O madness to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidden made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires.
But he turned, and said unto Peter, Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will. Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still.
I am glad that he thanks God for anything.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Theology is a science of mind applied to God.
The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.
Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.
Synchronicity is God sending us messages anonymously.
I come from good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where Cabots speak only to Lowells, And the Lowells speak only to God.
I am from Massachusetts, The land of the sacred cod, There the Adamses snub the Abootts And the Cabots walk with God.
Here's to the town of New Haven, The home of the truth and the light, Where God speaks to Jones, In the very same tones, That he uses with Hadley and Dwight.
Some have meat but cannot eat; Some could eat but have no meat; We have meat and can all eat; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer: "I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide."
Follow the Romany Patteran Sheer to the Austral light, Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind, Sweeping the sea floors white.
With evil omens from the harbour sails The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears; God of the southern winds, call up thy gales, And whistle in rude fury round his ears.
