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Such a God cannot be found out by searching. He can be known only as He is revealed to the heart by the Holy Spirit through the Word. It
— AW Pink
That an infant can live at all, and for so many months, in such cramped and filthy quarters, and that without breathing, is unaccountable without the power of God.
— AW Pink
Because the Church is mystery, there can be no question of deductive or crudely empirical tests. Deduction is ruled out because we have no clear abstract concepts of the Church that could furnish terms for a syllogism. Empirical tests are inadequate because visible results and statistics will never by themselves tell us whether a given decision was right or wrong.
— Avery Dulles
She is to him the reality of romance, the leaner good sense of nonsense, the unveiling of his eyes, the freeing of his soul, the abolition of time, place and circumstance, the etherealization of his blood into rapturous rivers of the very water of life itself, the revelation of all the mysteries and the sanctification of all the dogmas.
— George Bernard Shaw
It's puzzling work, talking is.
— George Eliot
Miss Lucy's called the bell o' St. Ogg's, they say: that's a cur'ous word,' observed Mr. Pullet, on whom the mysteries of etymology sometimes fell with an oppressive weight.
— George Eliot
Before marriage she had completely mastered my imagination, for she was a secret to me; and I created the unknown thought before which I trembled as if it were hers.
— George Eliot
But we are frightened at much that is not strictly conceivable.
— George Eliot
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray! Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
— George Eliot
Who knows that about anybody?
— George Eliot
he held it one of the prettiest attitudes of the feminine mind to adore a man's pre-eminence without too precise a knowledge of what it consisted in.
— George Eliot
To Mr. Casaubon now, it was as if he suddenly found himself on the dark river-brink and heard the plash of the oncoming oar, not discerning the forms, but expecting the summons.
— George Eliot