Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.

Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.

Of the sayings of Christ in the Synoptic Gospels that can be compared to those in the fourth Gospel, there are one or two which I venture to think can only have been recorded on the authority of St. John.

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

Luke associates John with Peter in Acts, when, after the Resurrection, that strange boldness had come upon the disciples.

At a certain stage in his evolution, man himself had been able to lay hold upon a higher order of things, which raised him above the level of the beasts that perish, and enabled him to see, at least in the distance, the shining towers of the City of God.

Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon.