Life is an onion - you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.

This whole thing is like an onion. The more you peel, the more you cry.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

All we have to do is to peel the shrines like an onion, and we will be with the king himself.

I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.

Emperor? You old fake! / You're no Emperor. You're just an onion. / Now then, little Peer, I'm going to peel you.