I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.
The bookful blockhead ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
Tis but a part we see and not a whole.
And after all what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
We must curtail the flow of illegal immigrants...
I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I...
Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.
