I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these.

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny.

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

Let's fall in love and screw up our lives even more?

Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christ's religion illuminates with His divine light.

In the Bible, the race of life is never considered from the viewpoint of speed... We are to run it with patience.

I've only seen pictures of New Zealand but everything I see is so pretty. Your eyes just... I don't think my eyes could take the beauty!

He's as quick as a hiccup.

The vast majority of English folk cannot and will not consider a picture as a picture, apart from any story which it may be supposed to tell.

The extermination of millions of unborn children, in the name of the fight against poverty, actually constitutes the destruction of the poorest of all human beings.

Action will destroy your procrastination.

The fact is: You are not a manager of circumstance, you're the architect of your life's experience.

Call me crazy - I love elk meat!