The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
Noblest minds are easiest bent.
And woe succeeds woe.
Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.
Long exercised in woes.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
God help me, I’m just not that bright.
The Simpsons are going to Delaware!
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I’m never going to England.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. ‘Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.’
I want answers now or I want them eventually!
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!
Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Greetings, friends. Do you wish to look as happy as me? Well, you’ve got the power inside you right now. So use it and send one dollar to Happy Dude, 742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield. Don’t delay. Eternal happiness is just a dollar away.
And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs.
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!