I've got a big mole on my butt. It's true.
I've got a big mole on my butt. It's true.
The Mole had long wanted to make the I acquaintance of the Badger. He seemed, by all accounts, to be such an important personage and, though rarely visible, to make his unseen influence felt by everybody about the place.
They sent me some tapes of the original Mole and I thought it was pretty intriguing. I'm sort of an experimenter; I thought it'd be interesting to play around and see what's there. It was fun. Turned out to be good.
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl.
The president said that this is not removing a mole. You know, removing a mole, that's an outpatient sort of an operation. This was removing a cancer, removing a cancer takes more time.
I also love Mole, the unsung hero of reality programming.
REALISM, n. The art of depicting nature as it is seem by toads. The charm suffusing a landscape painted by a mole, or a story written by a measuring-worm.
Death is still working like a mole, and digs my grave at each remove.
I always hated my mole growing up. I even thought about having it removed. At the time I didn't do it because I thought it would hurt, and now I'm glad I didn't.
Man can now fly in the air like a bird, swim under the ocean like a fish, he can burrow into the ground like a mole. Now if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise.
Braving obstacles and hardships is nobler than retreat to tranquility. The butterfly that hovers around the lamp until it dies is more admirable than the mole that lives in a dark tunnel.
How earthy old people become mouldy as the grave Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.
I use animals native to Great Britain, ... The animals have human traits, like the mole is a tiny, furry wonderful creature with big digging claws. I think about how he would talk. He's not a baddie he's a goodie.
If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole Go burrow underground. And there hold intercourse With roots of trees and stones, With rivers at their source, And disembodied bones.
Brute force bereft of wisdom falls to ruin by its own weight. Vis consili expers mole ruit sua.
A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants.
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