Miss Wormwood: Calvin, your test was an absolute disgrace! It's obvious you haven't read any of the material. Our first president was… — Bill Watterson Copy Share Image
If you can sin and not weep over it, you are an heir of Hell. If you can go into sin, and… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks. — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
[A] truly humble spirit humbles itself as much amid honors as amid insults, acting like the honeybee which makes its honey equally… — Vincent de Paul Copy Share Image
Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all. — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
Desire is poison at lunch and wormwood at dinner; your bed is a stone, friendship is hateful and your fancy is always… — Pietro Aretino Copy Share Image
Ms. Wormwood: Calvin, can you tell us what Lewis and Clark did? Calvin: No, but I can recite the secret superhero origin… — Bill Watterson Copy Share Image
The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of… — John the Apostle Copy Share Image
Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending,… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
There's nothin' you can get from a book that you can't get from a television fastah!" -Harry Wormwood — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
Removing the weeds, putting fresh soil about the bean stems, and encouraging this weed which I had sown, making the yellow soil… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Surely it is a matter of joy, that your faith in Jesus has been preserved; the Comforter that should relieve you is… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A girl should think about making herself look attractive so she can get a good husband later on. Looks is more important… — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; The rocks moan wildly as it passes by; Hyssop and wormwood border all the… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image