I want to pray, and I don't know how; and it seems as if I could shove in some of my own if I had them going through my head once again.
I tell you what: we won't make any fuss about it--what's in a name ?--but from this day you shall be incumbent, and I will be curate.

You shall preach--or what you please, and I shall read the prayers or not, just as you please.

Try what you can make of me, Wingfold.

Don't ask me to do what I can't, but help me to do what I can.

Look here--here's what I've been thinking--it came to me last night as I was walking about here after coming from Glaston:--here, in this corner of the parish, we are a long way from church.