My side ain't chosen. My side was given.
Through danger safety comes - through trouble rest.
We die alone, but we live among men.
People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.
Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.
I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.