Well well well!
We prefer self-government with danger to servitude in tranquility.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
A, need quality medication?
But the peasants -- how do the peasants die?
I don't like to commit myself about heaven and hell -- you see, I have friends in both places.
Opportunities are often missed because we are broadcasting when we should be listening.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.