Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   
He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost

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I believe in immaterial God

I  believe  in  the  existence  of  an  immaterial  God,  the  Author  and  Master  of all  beings  and  all  things,  and  I  feel  that  I  never  had  any  doubt  of  His existence,  from  the  fact  that  I  have  always  relied  upon  His  providence, prayed  to  Him  in  my distress,  and  that  He  has  always  granted  my  prayers.

Despair  brings  death,  but  prayer  does  away  with  despair; 

and  when  a  man has  prayed  he  feels  himself  supported  by  new  confidence  and  endowed  with power  to  act.

As  to  the  means  employed  by  the  Sovereign  Master  of  human beings  to  avert  impending  dangers  from  those  who  beseech  His  assistance, I  confess  that  the  knowledge  of  them  is  above  the  intelligence  of  man, who can but  wonder  and adore.  Our  ignorance  becomes  our  only  resource, and  happy,  truly  happy;  are  those  who  cherish  their  ignorance!  Therefore must  we pray  to  God,  and  believe  that  He  has  granted  the  favour  we  have been  praying  for,  even  when  in  appearance  it  seems  the  reverse.  As  to  the position  which  our  body  ought  to  assume  when  we  address  ourselves  to  the Creator, a line of Petrarch settles it:

‘Con le ginocchia della mente inchine.’

Man is  free,  but  his  freedom  ceases  when  he  has  no  faith  in  it;  and  the greater  power  he  ascribes  to  faith,  the  more  he  deprives  himself  of  that power  which  God has  given  to  him  when  He endowed him with the  gift  of reason.  Reason  is  a  particle  of  the  Creator’s  divinity.  When  we  use  it with  a  spirit  of  humility  and  justice  we  are  certain  to  please  the  Giver of  that  precious  gift.  God  ceases  to  be  God  only  for  those  who  can  admit the  possibility  of  His  non-existence,  and  that  conception  is  in  itself the most severe punishment they can suffer.

Man is  free;  yet  we  must  not  suppose  that  he  is  at  liberty  to  do everything  he  pleases,  for  he  becomes  a  slave  the  moment  he  allows  his actions  to  be  ruled  by  passion.  The  man  who  has  sufficient  power  over himself  to  wait  until  his  nature  has  recovered  its  even  balance  is  the truly wise man, but such beings are seldom met with.

— Memoirs of Casanova