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.

Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

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!

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it.

Cry when you have to and laugh when you must.

I know we didn't accomplish anything, but it felt great to sit there and talk about our place in things.

An injustice to one is a threat made to all

Festivals are weird, you never know what to expect so it's a bit more nerve wracking then playing your own show.

What is meant by its nature for the highest and the best, spreads among the lowly people.

I have never found criticism is ever inhibited by ignorance.

Inconstancy is the child of satiety.

It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world.

I love the intellectual type. They know everything and suspect nothing.