God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in't.

If I married him, I would not dare to call my soul my own, Which so he had bought and paid for: every thought And every heart-beat down there in the bill,- Not…

That he, in his developed manhood, stood A little sunburnt by the glare of life; While I . . it seemed no sun had shone on me.

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning. His last word was, 'Love-' 'Love, my child, love, love!'-(then he had done with grief) 'Love, my child.' Er…

Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

I used to pray that God would do this or that. Now I pray only that God will make his will known to me.

The wish to talk to God is absurd. We cannot talk to one we cannot comprehend - and we cannot comprehend God; we can only believe in Him. The uses of prayer ar…