Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.