God bless all the little children in the world.

As the children of God, we think of Him as a perfect, almighty, loving, caring and forgiving persona. We pray to Him to bless us and our food, and to fix our troubles. Will we ever become the grown-ups of God?

God bless perseverance. Because it's not easy.

God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.

God takes care of imbeciles, little children and artists.

Some of the tributes that have affected me the most have come from my 'fans' - friends - men, women, and little children. God bless them. Indeed, I feel that my recovery has been greatly advanced by the encouragement given me by everyone.