If smoking cigars is not permitted in heaven, I won''t go.
On with dance, let joy be unconfined, is my motto; whether there's any dance to dance or any joy to unconfined.
I simply can't resist a cat, particularly a purring one.
It is easy to see that the inventor of the heaven did not originate the idea, but copied it from the show-ceremonies of some sorry little sovereign State up in the back settlements of the Orient somewhere.
Diligence is a good thing, but taking things easy is much more restful.
Balloon: Thing to take meteroric observations and commit suicide with.