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Men Talk Of "finding God," But No Wonder It Is Difficult; He Is Hidden In That Darkest Hiding-place, Your Heart. You Yourself Are A Part Of Him.

-Christopher Morley

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Men Talk Of "finding God," But No Wonder It Is Difficult; He Is Hidden In That Darkest Hiding-place, Your Heart. You Yourself Are A Part Of Him.

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