The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I…

Upon Love's bosom Earth floats like an Ark Safely through all the Deluge of the dark.

— Gerald Massey

I had often stood on the banks of the Concord, watching the lapse of the current, an emblem of all progress, following the same…

— Henry David Thoreau

A millennium before Europeans were willing to divest themselves of the Biblical idea that the world was a few thousand years old, the Mayans…

— Carl Sagan

... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night.

— Yoshida Kenko

“and the number is six hundred and sixty-six,” that is, six times a hundred, six times ten, and six units. [He gives this] as…

— The Church Fathers

“You can give them the world a thousand times over, and they will throw it away a thousand and one times.”

— Alejandro C. Estrada

“Nature's silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block. The Chiense say…

— Annie Dillard

“Books, like men their authors, have no more than one way of coming into the world, but there are ten thousand to go out…

— Jonathan Swift

If you're not religious, then look at it this way. This world of ours is four thousand, six hundred million years old. It could…

— Arundhati Roy

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at…

— T. S. Eliot

For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before –…

— Robert Hughes

I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“These spires above my house are doves, lifted by grace above the earth's eruption.”

— Jay Wright

The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas,…

— Charles Dickens

Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires,…

— Henry Ward Beecher