That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out the sunlight.
A thousand people drowned in floods in China are news: a solitary child drowned in a pond is tragedy.
Fasting was good for the imagination but bad for logic.
Nothing great ever came out of common sense.
Truth is often terribly thin, don't you think?
The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.