When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that

Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life has sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold
Had you been as wise as bold,
Your in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been in'scroll'd
Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest. Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

How many people here have telekinetic powers? Raise my hand.