When I try to sound like the contemporary sound, it never turns out that way. That's just me.
O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
I really don't want to copy something to a great degree, but I love taking tiny ideas and putting them together.
There's a big difference between poll workers and pole workers. Sadly.
The Holy Spirit has a way of His own to say much in few words.
Bjartur declared that he had never denied that there was much that was strange in nature. "I consider that there's nothing wrong in believing in elves even though their names aren't on the parish register," he said. "It hurts no one, yes and even does you good rather than harm; but to believe in ghosts and ghouls-that I contend is nothing but the remains of popery and hardly fit for a Christian to give even a moment's consideration. " He did his utmost to persuade the women to accept his views on these matters.