From The Problem of Pain,
"We are, not metaphorically but in very truth, a Divine work of art, something that God is making, and therefore something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character... one can imagine a sentient picture, after being rubbed and scraped and re-commenced for the tenth time, wish that it were only a thumb-nail sketch whose making over was in a minute. In the same way it is natural for us to wish that God had designed us for a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but we are not wishing for more love but for less."
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