Murphy's miscellaneous laws: If an enemy is really dug in, you'll have forgotten to bring a mortar.
God gave man two ears, but only one mouth, that he might hear twice as much as he speaks.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
If yesterday we were dividing the time into days and years, today, we divide it into minutes and hours, in order to leave for tomorrow only the seconds.
Most people sell their soul, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
Man appears to be the missing link between anthropoid apes and human beings.
Don't be ashame of the people who cry, because the heart has more things to say than thought.
As she frequently remarked when she made any such mistake, it would be all the same a hundred years hence.
No, I'll not weep. I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'ii weep. King Lear, II, 4
First deal with your own tears; tomorrow do something about acid rain.
The world ia a vale of tears, but, that said, well irigated.
If you love me If you love me, by spells of wishing I will turn all the stars of heaven in tears of joy and lunatic kisses. If you hate me, I will turn all your thoughts of hating in fire...
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.
That lake was a tear of Earth. Earth had cried, who knew when, a long time ago, and it felt ashamed, and it had hidden there one of tears. The beauty of unseen stone, 1965
What angel saves, /strong> What saves angel, in century, the rose from neutral coloring, I still know. Beyond, I do not know the ritual: what angel saves neurosis when the tears, in harps, are...
Women are passionate about Mathematics.They are dividing their age in two, doubling the price of clothes and always add five years to age of best friend.
To the Moon Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns, I remember how, heavy with sorrow, I climbed this hill to gaze on you, And then as now you hung above those trees Illuminating all. But to my...
People are never more insecure than when they become obsessed with their fears at the expense of their dreams.
The shadows now so long do grow, That brambles like tall cedars show, Molehills seem mountains, and the ant Appears a monstrous elephant.
Number is the Word but is not utterance; it is wave and light, though no one sees it; it is rhythm and music, though no one hears it. Its variations are limitless and yet it is immutable. Each form...
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.