Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.
Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.