I'm sticking with the Heinekens, but doing a few shots here and there.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Both teams want to win and they want to do everything possible. You don't think about the fatigue factor. You're just trying to grind it out to get the win.
Ah! These commercial interests -- spoiling the finest life under the sun. Why must the sea be used for trade -- and for war as well?. . . It would have been so much nicer just to sail about, with here and there a port and a bit of land to stretch one's legs on, buy a few books and get a change of cooking for a while.
Any idiot, especially one who is prepared to die, who has a gun, can start shooting up people.
Opera: I like it, except for all those howling sopranos and caterwauling tenors. (Why can't tenors sing like men?)