Then you grow strong, and you laugh.

I am square on the bottom, I am.

Immortality, Bishop, is a chance, a waiting for dead men's shoes.

Ah! what a charming promise! trust to it, if you like! What a fine lot Adam has! We are souls, and we shall be angels, with blue wings on our shoulder-blades.

Do come to my assistance: is it not Tertullian who says that the blessed shall travel from star to star?
Very well.