The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.
God is the poetic genius in each of us.