You weren't a decent man and you didn't do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.
Oh, Lor!' said the boy, sitting down on the grassy bank at the edge of the shrubbery and very quickly getting up again because the grass was soaking wet. His name was unfortunately Eustace Scrubb but he wasn't a bad sort.
My will, shall become your will. My heart, shall become your heart.
You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.
It is often little things that are hardest to stand.
Heaven will display far more variety than Hell.