Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall,That every bullet hath a lighting place.

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke. [The more the merrier.]

Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilled with lullaby.

In dance the hand hath liberty to touch, the eye to gaze, the arm for to embrace.

How sweet war is to such as know it not.

Sing lullabie, as women do,Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;And lullabie can I sing to,As womanly as can the best.

It’s never too late to step off a path and look for a different route.

That would be the greatest misfortune of all! -- To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! -- Do not wish me such an evil.

I’m not gone.” He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “And we’ve got tonight.

I love the unabashed over-buttered, over-creamed, deep-fried, gooey, over-sugared excessiveness of Amish food.

People align with movements they can believe in, and it is the human, intellectual, and financial investment in genuine content that defines experiences.

War is progress, peace is stagnation.

Line up your thoughts up for potential, take action and success will follow.

I never wore flats: The higher the shoe, the better.

Blowin' up is nothing to me.

The soul is stronger than its surroundings.