The ocean's resilience is remarkable, but it is not limitless.
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Jenny and I was like peas and carrots.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing, 
Data is the new oil, but harder to control than oil.