I was talking about it the other day with Mr.Simon, else I shouldn't have got it so plain.

The blue roof so high above us there, is indeed very different from the stone vault of a prison, for there is no stop or end to it.

But if you can never get away from under it, never get off the floor at the bottom of it, I feel as if it might almost as well be something solid that held me in.

There would be no promise in the stars then: they look now like promises, don't they?
I do not believe God would ever show us a thing he did not mean to give us." "You are a very odd boy, Cosmo.

I am almost afraid to listen to you.