Enter RUMOUR, painted full of ton

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.

Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

RUMOUR:"Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...

Like a sneeze, sin feels good at first, but it leaves a huge mess.

Canadians have been accustomed to define themselves by saying what they are not.

It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.

Honestly, I would think I would go way back to Biblical times and be one of the guys who saw Jesus Sermon on the Mount. It would be so cool to see what he was really like in person.

The lack of substantial resources and staffing along the Northern U.S. border poses a real security threat.

I am every age, up to my own.

Two hundred years ago, our Founding Fathers gave us a democracy. It was based upon the simple, yet noble, idea that government derives its validity from the consent of the governed.

People order clothes out of a catalogue, put it on an actor and everything is generic.

If we had no language we'd have nothing.