"It is all part of the perpetual overflow of his benevolence.

He can't pass by a living creature, if it is only a dog, without a desire to give it a moment's happiness.

Of happiness for himself he never thinks, because he is on a plane above happiness,--a plane of perpetual joy." Mercy hesitated, paused, and then went on, "I don't mean to be irreverent, but I could never think of his needing personal ministrations to his own happiness, any more than I could think of God's needing them.

I think he is on a plane as absolutely above such needs as God is.

Not so high above, but as absolutely." "How are you so sure God is above it ?" said Lizzy, timidly.