Aziraphale had been sitting in his room, trying to make curling up in a corner casual even though the purpose was to make sure he could only get attacked from one direction. A little origami figure floated in through his window, landing on top of his book.

He unfolded it, a quizzical expression on his face, and read over the note.

Aziraphale, keep in mind that not everyone important is self-important, and that paint on the tip of your nose can be very healthy sometimes.

He debated keeping the note, but instead wrote the quote down on a spare piece of paper and taped it in that corner. He, smiling, sent the letter on to the next angelic Presence.