This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumor going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life.
I believe that there are too many practitioners in the church, who are not believers.
In your world, I have another name. You should know me by it.
The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.
Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone's done it before. I don't suppose they have. Oh, bother—-Scrubb probably has!
Earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy.