Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over
Speech is the image of actions
Homer and Hesiod have ascribed to the gods all things that are a shame and a disgrace among mortals, stealing and adulteries and deceiving on one another
Right now, it's a four-horse race, and then we'll see how things work out in the fall.
All three teams are competitive and any one could win and advance to the next level.
Poor George [Bush], he can't help it. He was born with a silver foot in his mouth.