| That´s a fair thought to lie between maid´s legs. Det är en skön tanke att ligga i jungfrusköt. Shakespeare | A
KING of shreds and patches. En KUNG av trasor och lump Shakespeare |
| She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless clims and starry skies And all that´s best of dark and bright, meet in her aspects and her eyes. Thus mellowed to that tender light, from which heaven to gaudy day denies. Lord Byron | A
bad workman quarrels with his tools. En dålig arbetare grälar på sina verktyg. |
| O Captain! My Captain!. Our fearful trip is
done The ship has weather´d every rack, the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells i hear, the people all exulting W.Whitman 1819-1892 |
| Spring inte mot morgondagen, när du kan njuta av nuet. | It´s better to go fast for a year, rather than slow for a decade. |