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• I praise the Frenchman, How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
  But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet....
• Lisa tears off a strip of wallpaper] Marge: Lisa, what are you doing?
  Lisa: Just trying to fill the void of random, meaningless destruction Bart's absence has left in our hearts....
• Some must be great. Great offices will have Great talents.
  And God gives to every man The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, That lifts him into life, and lets him fall Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill....
• For the memory of love is sweet, Though the love itself were in vain And what I have lost of pleasure, Assuage what I find of pain.
  -- Lyste...
• Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will. -- William Cowper (1731-1800)
• If you don't enjoy what you have, how can you be happy with more?
• I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free, And give them voice and utterance once again.
  Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate So let us welcome peaceful evening in....
• Nelson: {The ingredients were: fresh pureed tomatoes, water, salt, and sodium benzoate used to retard spoilage.
  Once again, if I'm not mistaken, this can contained tomato paste....
• God made the country, and man made the town.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- The Task, Book i, The Sofa, Line 749...