I own I cannot; but we know not that it will be so; - and I do know that to regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar
aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals.
The few are philosophers besotted with admiration for the sound of their own lecturing voices, visionaries who waste their lives on fantastic impossibilities, or quacks whose ambition soars
no higher than our corns.
The bird that would soar
above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.
And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar
out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces.
Devotion borrows Music's tone, And Music took Devotion's wing; And, like the bird that hails the sun, They soar
to heaven, and soaring sing.
He had been angered at first -- he confessed -- by my ambition to soar
to Dimensions above the Third; but, since then, he had received fresh insight, and he was not too proud to acknowledge his error to a Pupil.
Large flocks of wild geese were seen passing over the country, which hovered, for a time, around the hidden sheet of water, apparently searching for a resting-place; and then, on finding them selves excluded by the chill covering, would soar
away to the north, filling the air with discordant screams, as if venting their complaints at the tardy operations of Nature.
Birds would soar
through it into the upper radiance, and hang on the wing sunning themselves, or alight on the wet rails subdividing the mead, which now shone like glass rods.
Here he startled up a many-pronged buck, that seemed to soar
across the meadow, and to soar
over the stake-and-rider fence, and, still soaring, disappeared in a friendly copse beyond.
The Latin Quarter--at once I am in the student cabarets, bright faces and keen spirits around me, sipping cool, well- dripped absinthe while our voices mount and soar
in Latin fashion as we settle God and art and democracy and the rest of the simple problems of existence.