Well - When I Write My Book,

I Planted My Self In The Middle Of A Great Many Glasses Full Of Dew, Tied Fast About Me, Upon Which The Sun So Violently Darted His Rays, That The Heat, Which Attracted Them, As It Does The Thickest Clouds, Carried Me Up So High, That At Length I Found My Self Above The Middle Region Of The Air.

My Life's Work Has Been To Prompt Others And Be Forgotten. Remember That Night When Christian Came To Your Balcony? That Moment Sums Up My Life. While I Was Below In The Shadows, Others Climbed Up To Kiss The Sweet Rose.

A Large Nose Is The Mark Of A Witty, Courteous, Affable, Generous And Liberal Man.

Well - When I Write My Book, And Tell The Tale Of My Adventures - All These Little Stars That Shake Out Of My Cloak - I Must Save Those To Use For Asterisks.

To Tell The Truth, The Chariot Was An Astonishing Sight To Behold, Because I Had Polished The Steel Of My Flying House So Carefully That It Reflected The Sunlight On All Sides. It Was So Bright And Dazzling That I Thought, Myself, That I Had Been Carried Away In A Chariot Of Fire.