If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

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.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

Every harlot was a virgin once.

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.