A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 35 Page 19

“It has them all!” said that good priest.

“All these will I be to it till I die.”

You should have seen her face then! Gratitude? Lord, what do you want with words to express that? Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself. She gave that look, and carried it away to the treasury of heaven, where all things that are divine belong.