There should be a drama series about women trying to figure out their mystery leg bruises.
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
God does nothing apart from prayer, but he does everything by it.
Says the rude child: "No, I won't do it. " Says the courteous grown-up: "Yes, I won't do it.
Even the implication that The Lord of the Rings is a mythic story about Western, white supremacy - regardless of the political leanings of anyone who tries to make that case - is a load of self-justifying, destructive horseshit.
I guess YouTube is the new destination spot for music videos. That's where I go.