Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

Two beheadings out of six wives is too many.

Pastime with good company I love and shall, until I die. Grudge who list, but none deny! So God be pleased, thus live will I.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us.

Whoever leads an auspicious life here and governs the commonwealth rightly, as my most noble father did, who promoted all piety and banished all ignorance, has a most certain way to heaven.

My heart is set. All goodly sport For my comfort Who shall me let?

You have sent me a Flanders mare.

All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!

Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.

War does not answer war, war does not finish war. The only ending is peace.

I had a dream about you last night, for the millionth time! We did what we always do in my dreams. We talked, but we never made out. How come I still dream about you if we never freaking make out?

A People Magazine article in 1982 referred to him as the late Abe Vigoda. The very-much-alive Vigoda placed an ad in Variety with him in a coffin holding a copy of People Magazine.

Every miracle brings the release of glory.

I have to admit it that the large quantity of US money poured into Vietnam provoked ii...a lot of bad habits.

The disciples of a patient Saviour should be patient themselves.

I might be doing a lot more theater, which is kind of what I love, but there's simply no time for.

The Internet changes everything. People are online meeting boyfriends and girlfriends, you don't have to be out drinking and drugging to find somebody nowadays.

Forget the audience, make what you want to see