Jool Noret, we admire you. You are the scourge of Omnius. I am merely doing my job.
My intellect is so limited, Lord, that I can only trust in You to preserve me as I should be.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
An affected health has come in contact with worry
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.
There is no Situation in which Arms can get an Answer. Arms only ensure, that there would Never be an Answer.
It is best to rise from life as from a banquet, neither thirsty nor drunken.
Some men give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal While others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.