Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'

By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!

Everyone knows rock n' roll attained perfection in 1974. It's a scientific fact.

A companion's words of persuasion are effective.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs