There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.