“Piety, then, is that which is dear to the gods, and impiety is that which is not dear to them.”
“Dear God. Dear stars, dear trees, dear sky, dear peoples. Dear Everything. Dear God.”
“Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.”
“Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.”
“Begin by seizing something which your opponent holds dear; then he will be amenable to your will.”
“Dear reader. Dear, dear reader. Here we find ourselves, you and me, engaged in a book in which someone has just exclaimed, in all seriousness, 'The sentient lobsters!'How did we end up here? Did we make some mistake along the way?”