There was a Young Lady of Poole, Whose soup was excessively cool; So she put it to boil, by the aid of some oil, That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.

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.

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.

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.

Great men are they who see that the spiritual is stronger than any material force that thoughts rule the world.

Whether or not Americans supported George W. Bush, they could not avoid learning about Abu Ghraib.

I sandpapered the roof of my mouth with 3 bowls of Cap'n Crunch - had raw gobbets of mouth-beef dangling onto my tongue all day

2001 King of the Ring? I really like the sound of that! That REEKS OF ROYALTY! So begins the ERA OF AWESOMENESS!

If beings knew, as I know, the results of giving & sharing, they would not eat without having given.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

The inhibitor of creativity isn't potential it's fear. We worry about saying the wrong thing or looking foolish so we govern our imagination.

Ambition is not a vice of little people.

Maturity is produced through relationships and community.

This is probably the single great subject of horror fiction: our need to cope with a mystery that can be understood only with the aid of a helpful imagination.