I feel very bad about getting things wrong.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

If you overpower your enemy, then pardon him by way of thankfulness to Allah, for being able to subdue him.

In order to pay it's got to be a pretty big winner. But if it's a big hit from a financial standpoint, then next year you've got a very tough comparison.

Perhaps you say, Why are the wicked joyous? Why do they live in luxury? Why do they not toil with me? It is because they who have not put down their names to strive for the crown are not bound to undergo the labors of the contest. They who have not gone down into the race-course do not annoint themselves with oil nor get covered with dust. For those whom glory awaits trouble is at hand. The perfumed spectators are wont to look on, not to join in the struggle, nor to endure the sun, the heat, the dust, and the showers.

We are what we must And not what we would be. I know that one hour Assures not another. The will and the power Are diverse.

I feel so bad about my MBE now that I am going to tie it around my cat.