We write to understand our deepest secrets to ourselves, to understand. We write in an outpouring of love. … - Sophy Burnham

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When Anaxagoras was told of the death of his son, he only said, "I knew he was mortal. " So we in all casualties of life should say "I knew my riches were uncertain, that my friend was but a man. " Such considerations would soon pacify us, because all our troubles proceed from their being unexpected.

Sophy Burnham

We write to understand our deepest secrets to ourselves, to understand. We write in an outpouring of love. We write in secret, either for publication or for a journal no one will see, or we write poems to be privately printed for the eyes of friends alone - this is not our choice. The urge is to create. The outcome belongs to God.

Choices, Eye, Eyes, Outcome, Secrets, Writing

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To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our intelligence, it is intended that we understand. But each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.

Believe, Eye, Height, Receive, See, Stupidity

Coincidence is God's way of performing miracles anonymously.

Coincidence, Miracle, Miracles, Religion, Way

I think our animals are angels, earth-angels, pointing out for us the steadfast path of love, loyalty, optimism, faith, joy, hope. They teach us everything important about life.

Angel, Animal, Everything, Life, Loyalty, Steadfast

There are so many different kinds of writing and so many ways to work that the only rule is this: do what works. Almost everything has been tried and found to succeed for somebody. The methods, even the ideas of successful writers contradict each other in a most heartening way, and the only element I find common to all successful writers is persistence-an overwhelming determination to succeed.

Determination, Different, Found, Successful, Way, Writing

Angels live no place, as God lives no place. They live in the space of eternity, in the center of our hearts, and sometimes I think we each serve as the channels and angels of God, touched by wings of silence, pushed to angelic acts.

Angel, Heart, Pushed, Serve, Silence, Thinking