God, to me, it seems, is a verb, not a noun.
At bottom God is nothing other than an exalted father.
God is not a cosmic bell-boy for whom we can press a button to get things done.
The dice of God are always loaded.
There is a crack in everything that God has made.
God enters by a private door into every individual.
Home is the definition of God.
God moves in a mysterious way his wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
God is really only another artist.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting system through which God speaks to us every hour, If we will only tune him in.