He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.