The best of all is,God is with us!

-Wesley,John
  Quoted in JohnWesley's Journal, edited by Robert Backhouse (1993), p.256.

   The worship of God is not a rule of safetyöit is an adventure of thespirit, a flight after theunattainable.The death of religion comes with the repression of the high hope of adventure.

-Whitehead, Alfred North
  Science and the ModernWorld.

The essence of Christianity is the appeal to the life of Christ as a revelation of the nature of God and of his agency in the world. The record is fragmentary, inconsistent and uncertain† But there can be no doubt as to the elements in the record that have evoked the best in human nature. The Mother, the Child and the bare manger: the lowly man, homeless and self- forgetful, with his message of peace, love and sympathy: the suffering, the agony, the tender words as life ebbed, the final despair: and the whole with the authority of supreme victory.

-Whitehead, Alfred North
 Adventures of Ideas.

We may say 'God Save the Queen', because nothing will save the Governor-General† Maintain your rage and your enthusiasm for the election now to be held and until polling day.

-Whitlam, (Edward) Gough
  On the Governor-General SirJohn Kerr's action in dissolving theAustralian Parliament,11 Nov.Whitlam lost the subsequent election.

I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, isgreater to onethanone's self is.

-Whitman,Walt(er)
  Leaves of Grass,'Song of Myself', section 48.

Weary men, what reap ye?öGolden corn for the stranger. What sow ye?öHuman corpses that wait for the avenger. Fainting forms, hunger stricken, what see ye in the offing? Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing. There's a proud array of soldiersöwhat do they round your door? They guard our master'sgranaries from the thin hands of the poor. Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? Would to God that we were deadö Ourchildren swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.

-Wilde,Jane Francesca ne¤  e Elgee
'The FamineYear'.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

-Williams,TennesseeThomas Lanier
  The Gipsy. Camino Real, block12.

   The feelings withwhichwe facethisnewage of right and opportunity sweep across our heartstrings like some air out of God's own presence, where justice and mercyare reconciled, and the judge and the brother are one.

-Wilson, (Thomas) Woodrow
  Inaugural address, 4 Mar.

Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom his world rejoices; Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day.

-Winkworth, Catherine
  Lyra Germanica (translated from the original German of Martin Rinkart 'Nun danket alle Gott', c.1636).

Always a godfather, never a god!

-Woollcott, Alexander Humphreys
On serving as godfather at a christening celebration for the19th time. Attributed.

Just what God would do if he had the money.

-Woollcott, Alexander Humphreys
On being shown round Moss Hart's splendid country retreat. Attributed.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his wayattended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza 5 (published1807).

Rose of all Roses,Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trouble the air, And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Rose of Battle', l.1^4. Collected in The Rose (1893).

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'ForAnne Gregory', l.16^18. Collected in TheWinding Stair and Other Poems (1933).

Que le Dieu qui nous tue nous vienne en aide! God who kills us, come to our rescue!

-Crayencour
  Qui n'a pas son Minotaure?, pt.3.

America is God's Crucible, the great Melting Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming† God is making the American.

-Zangwill, Israel
  The Melting Pot.