God listens through the atomic door of love.
Michael: Barzini will set me up through somebody close… that, supposedly, I won’t suspect.
Hagen: Somebody like me.
Michael: You’re Irish, they won’t trust you.
Hagen: I’m German-American.
Michael: To them that’s Irish.
The Lord sends rain due season.
I believe this not in the sense that it is part of my creed, but in the sense that it is one of my opinions. My religion would not be in ruins if this opinion were shown to be false.
Bridge-players tell me that there must be some money on the game ‘or else people won’t take it seriously’. Apparently it’s like that. Your bid – for God or no God, for a good God or the Cosmic Sadist, for eternal life or nonentity – will not be serious if nothing much is staked on it. And you will never discover how serious it was until the stakes are raised horribly high, until you find that you are playing not for counters or for sixpences but for every penny you have in the world.
Thank you Heavenly Father. You heard my petition. You have answered my plea.
May your name be glorified and be praised.
He who believes in Him is not condemned;but he who does not believe in Him is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten son of God
We are inspired by divine power to write.
Vulgar of manner, overfed,
Overdressed and underbred;
Heartless, Godless, hell’s delight,
Rude by day and lewd by night…
Crazed with avarice, lust and rum,
New York, thy name’s delirium.
The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.