Because I feel that in the heavens above; The angels, whispering one to another; Can find among their burning tears of love; None so devotional as that of "Mother,"; Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you; You who are more than mother unto me;
__Edgar Allan Poe
A man that'd expict to thrain lobsters to fly in a year is called a loonytic; but a man that thinks men can be tur-rned into angels by an iliction is called a rayformer an' remains at large.
__Finley Peter Dunne, Mr. Dooley's Philosophy, 1900
Browsing the dim back corner; Of a musty antique shop; Opened an old book of poetry; Angels flew out from the pages; I caught the whiff of a soul; The ink seemed fresh as today; Was that voices whispering?; The tree of the paper still grows;