There we had hard work in which our mortal limitations hampered us grievously; here we have the freedom of the immortal with no hard work; in other words, now that we feel like fighting-cocks, there isn't any fighting to be done.

The great life in my estimation, would be to return to earth and battle with mortal problems, but equipped mentally and physically with immortal weapons." "Some people don't know when they are well off," said Beau Brummel.

"This strikes me as being an ideal life.

There are no tailors bills to pay--we are ourselves nothing but memories, and a memory can clothe himself in the shadow of his former grandeur--I clothe myself in the remembrance of my departed clothes, and as my memory is good I flatter myself I'm the best-dressed man here.

The fact that there are ghosts of departed unpaid bills haunting my bedside at night doesn't bother me in the least, because the bailiffs that in the old life lent terror to an overdue account, thanks to our beneficent system here, are kept in the less agreeable sections of Hades.