Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V

The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.

The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus

It is foolish for the moon to compete with the sun for the spotlight.

When a man that attractive licks his lips, a girl's got to look. And imagine...

Yet hopefully things are different now, and I'm moving on to something better rather than attempting to suck more out of the same stale situation.

Law and Order are the medicine of the body politic and when the body politic gets sick, medicine must be administered.

If God had wanted us to play football in the sky, He'd have put grass up there.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Animals form an inalienable fragment of nature, and if we hasten the disappearance of even one species, we diminish our world and our place in it.

Journalists seem mostly interested in what brand of shoes I wear.

From the fruit of his lips a man enjoys good things.

Hit them where they ain't.