And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?

The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.

We all scribble poetry.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.