How sweet war is to such as know it not.

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke. [The more the merrier.]

Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilled with lullaby.

In dance the hand hath liberty to touch, the eye to gaze, the arm for to embrace.

Sing lullabie, as women do,Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;And lullabie can I sing to,As womanly as can the best.

Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall,That every bullet hath a lighting place.

... good advice was sometimes easier to give than receive.

My parents taught me as a kid: do your work. Do it well. Try as hard as you can, whatever it is. It will one day, for the long run, it will make some sort of change somewhere.

Every well built house started in the form of a definite purpose plus a definite plan in the nature of a set of blueprints.

Sometimes you need a B-2 bomber and sometimes you need your mother.

I don't really see the point in washing your hair. If you don't care if your hair's clean or not then why would you wash it?

I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.

The word 'revolution' is a word for which you kill, for which you die, for which you send the labouring masses to their deaths; but which does not contain any content.

Such sorrow— The cry of true compassion Sinks into my hard ego.

I think that's a question for South Carolin and the last thing they need is people from outside the state coming in and dictating how they should resolve that issue [about flag].