That must be fine, for I don't understand a word.

All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.

I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.

And knowing money is a root of evil, in Christian charity, he'd take away whatever things may hinder your salvation.

The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.