An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there

The city of angels? It's the city of devils. The city of smiling cobras.

A good goal for us next year would be to look at [the Angels] and the way they play baseball and try to emulate it. They're a tough team; that's why they're winning the division.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a strategem.