The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.

Gratitude is heaven itself.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.

To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.