Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Heaven and hell suppose two distinct species of men, the good and the bad. But the greatest part of mankind float betwixt vice and virtue.
Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.