Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
For style beyond the genius never dares.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
I ruptured my plantaris muscle. It runs through the calf and goes down the side of your achilles and stretches right to the heel.
Dictatorship is like a giant beech-tree-very magnificent to look at in its prime, but nothing grows underneath it.
I do believe in women. I really do.
I am in control of all decisions that have to do with my image, which means that no one will decide what’s right for me except me. I’m not special. We should all feel this way about ourselves.