No one wants to come out of the polar plunge an ice sculpture.

I don't want someone else to take care of me and be a burden.

She felt so guilty she couldn't care for her.

I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.

The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

The Paphian Queen to Cnidos made repair Across the tide to see her image there: Then looking up and round the prospect wide, When did Praxiteles see me thus? she cried.