Love me. Love my umbrella.
I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.
No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.
And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.