“On the laugh of a child I am borne to the joy of the King.”

Section 1.16 <!-- p. 49 -->
The Crosswicks Journal, A Circle of Quiet (1972)
Context: When a child who has been conceived in love is born to a man and a woman, the joy of that birth sings throughout the universe. The joy of writing or painting is much the same, and the insemination comes not from the artist himself but from his relationship with those he loves, with the whole world.
All real art is, in its true sense, religious; it is a religious impulse; there is not such thing as a non-religious subject.

“What is truth?” retorted Pilate.
John 18:37-38 NIV

Song lyrics, Tigerlily (1995), Wonder

Source: Songs of Innocence and of Experience

Oedipus (Line 1079?).
Oedipus Rex
Variant: I am Fortune's child,
Not man's; her mother face hath ever smiled
Above me, and my brethren of the sky,
The changing Moons, have changed me low and high.
There is my lineage true, which none shall wrest
From me; who then am I to fear this quest?

Ah, but which king? The monarch who had stood on these granite flagstones — scarcely worn then, eighteen hundred years ago — was probably an able and intelligent man; but he failed to conceive that the time could ever come when he would fade into an anonymity as deep as that of his humblest subjects.
Source: 1970s, The Fountains of Paradise (1979), Ch. 11 “The Silent Princess”, p. 65

"Dr. Joycelyn Elders is so fucking cool", 2007-06-04, Jessica Valenti, w:Jessica Valenti, 2014-05-23, Feministing.com http://web.archive.org/web/20070713094431/http://feministing.com/archives/007116.html,
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