For Him the timeless withering of an innocent flower is as pitiful as the decay of a mighty nation.

An infant's first prayer to Him is heard with as tender a patience as the united petitions of thousands of worshippers.
For in everything and around everything, from the sun to a grain of sand, He hath a portion, small or great, of His own most Perfect Existence.

Should He hate His Creation, He must perforce hate Himself; and that Love should hate Love is an impossibility.

Therefore He loves all His work; and as Love, to be perfect, must contain Pity, Forgiveness, and Forbearance, so doth He pity, forgive, and forbear.
Shall a mere man deny himself for the sake of his child or friend?
and shall the Infinite Love refuse to sacrifice itself--yea, even to as immense a humility as its greatness is immeasurable?
Shall we deny those merciful attributes to God which we acknowledge in His creature, Man?
O my Soul, rejoice that thou hast pierced the veil of the Beyond; that thou hast seen and known the Truth! that to thee is made clear the Reason of Life, and the Recompense of Death: yet while rejoicing, grieve that thou art not fated to draw more than a few souls to the comfort thou hast thyself attained!" Fascinated by the speaker's voice and countenance, I listen, straining my ears to catch every word that falls from his lips.

He rises; he stands erect; he stretches out his hands as though in solemn entreaty.
"Azul!" he exclaims.