“God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.”
“Gods in his heaven, all's right with the world”
“The year's at the springAnd day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hill-side's dew-pearled;The lark's on the wing;The snail's on the thorn;God's in His heaven—All's right with the world!”
“We may be surprised at the people we find in heaven. God has a soft spot for sinners. His standards are quite low.”
“Valmiki the Poet held all the moving world inside a water drop in his hand.The gods and saints from heaven looked down on Lanka,And Valmiki looked down at the gods in the morning of Time.”
“Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.”