Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

Heaven is the presence of God.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Silence is more musical than any song.

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.