Here's champagne for our real friends, and real pain for our sham friends.

For the kingdom is not being prepared, but has been prepared, while the sons of the Kingdom are being prepared, not preparing the Kingdom; that is to say, the Kingdom merits the sons, not the songs the Kingdom. So all hell merits and prepares its children rather than they it.

Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world.

Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to sand still--and they obeyed.

The bubble winked at me, and said, "You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."

Some have meat but cannot eat; Some could eat but have no meat; We have meat and can all eat; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.