For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.
Leave the atom alone.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.