Divinity. That's what I'm trying to get at, in everything I write.
The world and humanity were created by God and are therefore divinely inspired and intrinsically holy.
Through the humbling dispensations of Divine Providence, men are sometimes fitted for his service.
Father McGruder: Stand back boy! This calls for divine intervention!
My sense of divine brings with it a strange sound of music with its glories, a marvellous melody sounding like a multitude of flutes.
I reiterate once more, forgive the offenders to let divine justice be made.
Life is a mystery- mystery of beauty, bliss and divinity. Meditation is the art of unfolding that mystery.
Moderation is the center wherein all philosophies, both human and divine, meet.
When we begin to see the divine in one another each meeting becomes a sacred encounter
. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry's social value.
This is not just "our" world.
You are in good shape for a dead man.
Discovery is always rape of the natural world. Always.
Have you noticed that everything in Nature, gives back to Nature?
One always has hope for human nature
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It's human nature to gripe, but I'm going ahead and doing the best I can.
Our senses convey that all is not well with the natural world.
Natural selection is a mechanism for generating an exceedingly high degree of improbability.
Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered. Nature is ourselves, to be cherished and explored.
What we believe as human nature in actuality is human habit.
