It takes a long time to make a painter - even with a good artist's education - but without one it tries the patience of Job; it is a great thing if one does not go backward.

There was an old man with a beard, who said: 'It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren have all built their nests in my beard.

It's a fact the whole world knows, That Pobbles are happier without their toes.

They danced by the light of the moon.

I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.

There was an Old Person of Brussels, Who lived upon Brandy and Mussels; When he rushed through the town, he knocked most people down, Which distressed all the people of Brussels.

There was an Old Man of Messina, Whose daughter was named Opsibeena; She wore a small wig, and rode out on a pig, To the perfect delight of Messina.

They went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea; In spite of all their friends could say.

And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner, But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?

In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs and half a candle, One old jug without a handle- These were all the worldly goods.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.

Not much to look at, but as with all true beauty it is what's inside that counts.

There is this power that comes with being famous.

Men must be governed by God or they will be ruled by tyrants.

I began my journalistic career on the day Ronald Reagan was sworn in. That's the day I showed up for work at 'The New Republic' magazine.

The LORD Almighty has a day in store for all the proud and lofty, for all that is exalted (and they will be humbled).

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

There is no greater source of strength and power for me in my life than going still, being quiet and recognizing what real power is.

When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.

I don't believe my athletes care what I know, until they know that I care.