"The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them."
- Lucy Maud Montgomery
"God is not remote from us. He is at the point of my pen, my pick, my paintbrush, my needle — and my heart and my thoughts."
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin