Joy is the serious business of heaven. Our merriment must be between people who take each other seriously.

They say, 'The coward dies many times'; so does the beloved. Didn't the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?

Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.

Shut your mouth; open your eyes and ears.

Either the day must come when joy prevails and all the makers of misery are no longer able to infect it, or else, for ever and ever, the makers of misery can destroy in others the happiness they reject for themselves.

It is hardly complimentary to God that we should choose him as an alternative to hell.

There are no variations except for those who know a norm, and no subtleties for those who have not grasped the obvious.