If you were my son you would never have thought of getting married.

The mere idea of it made you send your chisel through a cherub's eye last week and cost an hoax's time for repairing.

Is that the way to look at the great question of humanity?
Ah! if I were only a deputy in the Chambers, I would teach you the philosophy of all that rubbish!" "I thought you said the other day that you would not have any deputies at all," observed the apprentice, playing with his hammer.
"Such as these are--no! A few of them I would put into the acid bath, as I would a casting, to clean them before chiselling them down.

They might be good for something then.

You must begin by knocking down, boy, if you want to build up.