Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

I like mainly to be invisible, to sort of drift around unseen in the world.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.

I assume as a child Jesus had to learn how to do carpentry, learn Torah, learn all the things a human child had to learn. If He was human in all ways except that He did not sin, this must have been the case.