The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.
I am a product [...of] endless books.
We were made not primarily that we may love God, but that God may love us.
“Who are you?” One who has waited long for you to speak.
He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart
I was wondering — I mean — could there be some mistake? Because nobody called me and Scrubb, you know. It was we who asked to come here. You would not have called me unless I had been calling you.