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"How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored."
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"He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for everyone has need to be forgiven."
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"Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?"
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"Heaven is what we spend our lives trying to find."
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"Heaven's currency is friendship."
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"Heaven . . . is the same feeling. . . . No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved . . . that's the light."
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"Heaven and earth! How is it that bodies join but never meet?"
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"Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing."
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"It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also."
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"Good memories invite heaven."
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"The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish."
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"Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man."
God
"And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain."
Heart
"A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life."
Life
"The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon."
Flowers
"How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored."
Heaven
"And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way."
Family
"When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries."
Old
"I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered."
God
"Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away."
Thought
"It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life."
Faith
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