Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.
To the thinker, the most trifling external object often suggests ideas, which, like Homer's chain, extend, link after link, from earth to heaven.
Ah, what without a heaven would be even love!--a perpetual terror of the separation that must one day come.
Our glories float between the earth and heaven Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun, And are the playthings of the casual wind.
