My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I dont ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father. – Johnny Cash
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake — Aye, what then? – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
