Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man. — Horace Walpole, The Castle of Otranto
Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man. — Horace Walpole, The Castle of Otranto
Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man. — Horace Walpole, The Castle of Otranto
Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man. — Horace Walpole, The Castle of Otranto
Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man. — Horace Walpole, The Castle of Otranto
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Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man.

— Horace Walpole, The Castle of Otranto
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The stars of heaven gives light. — Lailah Gifty Akita
The highest heaven is not in the sky, it is in the human mind. — Abhijit Naskar
Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, — John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list. — Kellie Elmore
Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank Heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of bo — Jean Rhys, Quartet
Each of those churches shows certain books, which they call revelation, or the Word of God. The Jews say that their Word — Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason
Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand. — L.T. Hill, Dollhead Corporation
Love demands freedom. It always has, and it always will. We are free to resist, reject, and rebel against God's ways for — Rob Bell, Love Wins: A Book About Heaven, Hell, and the Fate of Every Person Who Ever Lived
[C]oncepts of dying in to a heaven or hell seem a good deal more political than spiritual. (124) — Stephen Levine, A Year to Live: How to Live This Year as If It Were Your Last
SINNERS are those who pretend to teach meditation — Vishal Chipkar, Enter Heaven
My name or yours doesn't matter, we all are mere drops in the ocean of divine consciousness, an extension of Supreme Pow — Vishal Chipkar, Enter Heaven
Let your days become a fragrant song where heaven and earth continually collide — John Crowder, The Ecstasy of Loving God