From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.

God has created us to love and to be loved, and this is the beginning of prayer-to know that He loves me, that I have been created for greater things.

I touch God in my song as the hill touched the far-away sea with its waterfall.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

To find God, you must welcome everything.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.