Good and evil both increase at compound interest.

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.

It is a happy moment when our desire crosses with the will of Heavenly Father.

The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes.

Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.

And there we all were, as invisible as you could wish to see.

And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?...You mean to say, that you're a daughter of Eve?...Y-yes, but, you are in fact... human?