Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.

Genius is of no country.

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remotest ages lives.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.

A joke's a very serious thing.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.

If we ask God for a calm, thankful heart that sees all the blessings His grace imparts, He can teach us many lessons in illness that can never be learned in health.

Love this quote from a teacher about their class "This is four walls around the future!

I did everything I could to not be a musician.

Liberty is too priceless to be forfeited through the zeal of an administrative agent.

Everybody who does not live in a prostitute's bed and on a diet of cocaine snow is called an ascetic nowadays.

As government increases in quantity, our lives decrease in quality.

The law says you cannot touch, but I see a lot of lawbreakers up in this house.

I really don't do anything to break myself. As far as the damages to my body, I'm not a drinker. I let the gin and juice alone.

A moment of self-giving lifecan conquer the sorrowsof many long years

The women sit, getting colder and colder, on a seat getting harder and harder, watching oafs, getting muddier and muddier.