You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.
The hearts of the great can be changed.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
I war not with the dead.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.