Nature is the glass reflecting God, as by the sea reflected is the sun, too glorious to be gazed on in his sphere.

The spirit or life spark which animates this manifestation could be called God.

God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man.

My hope for my children must be that they respond to the still, small voice of God in their own hearts.

Piper insisted she had to be out of breath when we played this one scene, so she ran around the block. Thank God she wasn't doing a crucifixtion scene; we would have had to nail her to the wall.

Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

The Poles do not know how to hate, thank God.

God must hate common people, because he made them so common.

I think God's going to come down and pull civilization over for speeding.

If God dropped acid, would he see people?

I will be developing artists for my new label. The rest is in God's Hands.

Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day's work. I follow in building the principles which nature has used in its domain.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.