I'm not going to accept your challenge. There will be no duel. " "Why not? Because I'm a woman?" "No, because I've seen the way you spinsters handle a pistol. You'd shoot me dead where I stood.
Fate chooses your relations, you choose your friends.
Chance makes our parents, but choice makes our friends.
The sweetest happiness is one that we share.
Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.
Our relatives are ours by chance, but we can choose our friends.
Tremble, ye tyrants, for ye can not die.
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate. [It. , Chi conta i colpi e la dovuta offesa, Mentr' arde la tenzon, misura e pesa?]
The 3-point shot has created a situation in the game akin to 'Lotto' fever.
What various scenes, and O! what scenes of Woe, Are witness'd by that red and struggling beam! The fever'd patient, from his pallet low, Through crowded hospitals beholds it stream; The ruined maiden trembles at its gleam, The debtor wakes to thought of gyve and jail, The love-lorn wretch starts from tormenting dream; The wakeful mother, by the glimmering pale, Trims her sick infant's couch, and soothes his feeble wail.
A woman smells well when she smells of nothing.