The fault dead Brutus lies not in the stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings. Don't sweat the small stuff. The first day a man is a guest, the second a burden, the third a pest. Behind every great man lies a greater woman. For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
History is only a confused heap of facts.
I don't know what it is, but it's crawling up your leg. A spoken word and a thrown stone cannot be recalled. Hand In Hand. Like The Moon And The Stars. Together, Forever, Eternal.