• All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.

    Corrie ten Boom, Elizabeth Sherrill, John Sherrill (2006). “The Hiding Place”, p.29, Chosen Books