Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

The sky was pure opal now.

And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colorless. By its curiosity Sin increases the experience of the race. Through its intensified assertion of individualism it saves us from monotony of type. In its rejection of the current notions about morality, it is one with the higher ethics.

When I was young, I was no one. Now, I'm worldwilde.