Every day in the year there comes some malice into the world, and where it comes from is no good place.

Every good day starts off with a cappuccino, and there's no place better to enjoy some frothy caffeine than at the Bulgari Hotel.

What are prophecies? Don't we hear them every day of the week? And if one comes true there may be seven blind and come to nothing.

You start wanting to see a different place every day.

Every day, nay every moment, try to do some good deed.

Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.