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Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear,_x000D__x000D_And he shows them pearly white._x000D__x000D_Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear,_x000D__x000D_And he keeps them out of sight.

Nights in white satin never reaching the end_x000D__x000D_Letters I've written never meaning to send_x000D__x000D_Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before_x000D__x000D_Just what the truth is I can't say any more_x000D__x000D_Cause I love you _x000D__x000D_Yes I love you_x000D__x000D_Oh how I love you

We are of the opinion that an important and irreversible process is taking place among the white population. Just as with the blacks, the whites, too, are currently overcoming a psychological barrier.

FDR had been Assistant Secretary of the Navy. They told me, now forgotten, just how many pictures of ships they took out of the White House after he died. But he could choose good men.

Mediocrity is no answer to violence. In fact, it probably invites violence. At least the mediocre and the violent appear together as in the old Western movies - the ruffian outlaw band shooting up main street and the little white church with the little white schoolteacher wringing her hands. To cool violence you need rhythm, humor, tempering; you need dance and rhetoric. Not therapeutic understanding.

We see the water of a river flowing uninterruptedly and passing away, and all that floats on its surface, rubbish or beams of trees, all pass by. Christian! So does our life. . .I was an infant, and that time has gone. I was an adolescent, and that too has passed. I was a young man, and that too is far behind me. The strong and mature man that I was is no more. My hair turns white, I succumb to age, but that too passes; I approach the end and will go the way of all flesh. I was born in order to die. I die that I may live. Remember me, O Lord, in Thy Kingdom!

Great numbers of the Indians pass our camp on their hunting excursions: the day was clear and pleasant, but last night was very cold and there was a white frost.

From the moment I walked into the White House, it was as if I had no privacy at all.

South Africa is labouring to find its revolutionary path; the colours of the Rainbow Nation have difficulty blending together; the wealthy elites (white, black or Indian) profit from de facto segregation.

I finally learned to accept that I can't make radio play blues any more than I could get Reagan out of the White House.

I never saw music in terms of men and women or black and white. There was just cool and uncool.

I think people must wonder how a white girl like me became a blues guitarist. The truth is, I never intended to do this for a living.

I don't know why that is, but English politics is just so overly white. It's very much about the class structure.

Every White House has had its intellectuals, but very few presidents have been intellectuals themselves - Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Woodrow Wilson, the list more or less stops there.

I'm just not comfortable with that society stuff. I mean, we were just invited to the White House, but my husband won't take me because he knows I don't want to go.

When they learn of Shakespeare and Goethe, we must teach them of Pushkin and Dumas. . . . Whatever the white man has done, we have done, and often better.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

It's funny that all these goths paint their faces with such white make-up and that is the actual colour of my skin, I am that pale!

She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white whose gentle voice was soft and sad.

Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

Kids today don't watch a black and white movie.