You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

Life is too short to read a bad book.