All haste implies weakness.

Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art a slave to sin... wickedness has made you ugly.

Love is the opener as well as closer of eyes.

If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.

She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt without knowing it.

To judge religion we must have it--not stare at it from the bottom of a seemingly interminable ladder.

A fairytale is not an allegory. There may be allegory in it, but it is not an allegory.