One Of The Ways To Avoid Being

I've Always Been After The Trappings Of Great Luxury. But All I've Got Hold Of Are The Trappings Of Great Poverty. I've Got Hold Of The Wrong Load Of Trappings, And A Rotten Load They Are Too, Ones I Could Have Very Well Done Without.

Job Was What You'd Technically Describe As A Loony.

As I Looked Out Into The Night Sky, Across All Those Infinite Stars, It Made Me Realize How Insignificant They Are.

I Am Blind -- But I Am Able To Read Thanks To A Wonderful New System Known As 'broil' . . . I'm Sorry, I'll Just Feel That Again.

We Exchanged Many Frank Words In Our Respective Languages.