He never fell, never slipped back, never flew.
Don't pity me now, don't pity me never; I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.
Some things are as they are regardless of what they were.
The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting.
In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys.
Spiritual beings, either from the beginning or soon thereafter, become what they are to be for ever and ever.
There are tons of people I'd like to freeze for all of eternity, but we won't go into that!
