The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.

God is the indwelling and not the transient cause of all things.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.

There is nothing unpremeditated, nothing neglected by God. His unsleeping eye beholds all things.

All things are lessons that God would have us learn.