Bland as a Jesuit sober as a hymn.

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.

Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.

So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.

Many of us will not realize who we are because we do not believe in ourselves

There is much enjoy in vengeance than love, and we humans already knew that.

There can only be one king.

It is an anomaly that information, the one thing most necessary to our survival as choosers of our own way, should be a commodity subject to the same merchandising rules as chewing gum.

You want to hear vocals? Go sing it.

I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings

It is fairly clear that many of the arguments against proposition testing are really arguments against propositions themselves.

Our party: New Labour. Our mission: new Britain. New Labour new Britain.