I would like to live to see the time when the men and woman of God - holy, separated and spiritually enlightened - walk out of the evangelical

So let the storm rage. Let the storm rage.

Kindness is the only service that will stand the storm of life and not wash out. It will wear well and will be remembered long after the prism of politeness or the complexion of courtesy has faded away.

The story of this storm is not over yet.

This could be the first significant storm in two months. The first potentially, I stress the word potentially.

We're going north, wherever the storm isn't going.

Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should be.

When you have a storm like the storm that went through Sunday, that's not going to make any difference.

Every human being is a raindrop. And when enough of the raindrops become clear and coherent they then become the power of the storm.

Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like goodly vessels driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish.