The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
What is now proved was once only imagined.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.