TV tends to look for the living equivalents of squeaky-clean Kens and Barbies, but with my dial I'm more like Ken's dirty old uncle.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.
For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done.
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness. And the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love.
Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.
Every government program needs to be more efficient. Instead of pointing out how other programs can tighten their belts, every program administrator must look inward to save money.
I don't like to lose. I don't expect to lose.
I've made a wonderful living playing that theatrical character - the professional brassy dame
Slavery didnt break up the black families as much as liberal welfare rules.