You have sent me a Flanders mare.

Two beheadings out of six wives is too many.

Pastime with good company I love and shall, until I die. Grudge who list, but none deny! So God be pleased, thus live will I.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us.

Whoever leads an auspicious life here and governs the commonwealth rightly, as my most noble father did, who promoted all piety and banished all ignorance, has a most certain way to heaven.

Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

My heart is set. All goodly sport For my comfort Who shall me let?

All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!

We must become reacquainted with our true human selves.

The finding of God is the coming to one's own self.

Treat your friends as you do your pictures, and place them in their best light.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.

One only needs to read twentieth-century history to see that it has been the climax of human madness, if it's measured in terms of human violence inflicted on other humans.

The great secret possessed by the great men of all ages was their ability to contact and release the powers of their subconscious mind. You can do the same.

That means I gotta fly like a movie no commercial That's Young Money, Cash Money yeah I'm universal

The culture used to move relatively slowly, so you could take aim. Now it moves so fast, and is so fluffy and meaningless, you feel like an idiot even complaining about it.

Winning takes care of everything.