The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
The mighty hopes that make us men.
History is fond of her grandchildren, for it offers them the marrow of the bones, which the previous generation had hurt its hands in breaking.
If it's a band I like, I just hope they will survive it all. And I'll admit that if it's crap music, I hope they won't and it'll go away. Simply because there are too many great bands who should be heard in their place.
I happy am, if well with you.
The monarchical institution in England is immensely valuable.