Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.