The highway of life is filled with flat squirrels that couldn't make a decision.
Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
Now's the day and now's the hour.
Usually, when it's a story about three women all being involved with the same man, it ends in some eyeballs being scratched out and some weaves being snatched off.
When I have no idea, I gnaw my nails and invoke the aid of Providence.
For me to make lasagna would be a desecration of a great Italian dish. . . . I don't mess with sacred things.
Assoon as I stepped out of my mother's womb on to dry land, I realized that I had made a mistake?but the trouble with children is that they are not returnable.