No more let us alter or falter or palter. From Malta to Yalta, and Yalta to Malta.
Eating words has never given me indigestion.
We shape our dwellings, and afterwards our dwellings shape us.
Is it possible to get another key? I think I've left mine in the room.
Who is not liberal when young, does not have a heart. Who is not conservative when old, does not have a brain.
What kind of people do they think we are? Is it possible they do not realize that we shall never cease to persevere against them until they have been taught a lesson which they and the world will never forget?