Ambition is the germ from which all growth of nobleness proceeds.

O that a soldier so glorious, ever victorious in fight, Passed from a daylight of honor into the terrible night; Fell as the mighty archangel, ere the earth glowed in space, fell-- Fell from the patriot's heaven down to the loyalist's hell!

Ambition is the germ from which all growth of nobleness proceeds.

Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown; Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

Spices are very hot, very hip. I love spices. I've always loved the Mediterranean flavors.

Get your marketing right and your goose lays golden eggs; don't and your goose is cooked.