William Davis
William Davis
Canadian actor known for his role as The Smoking Man in the television series, The X-Files.
ProfessionTV Actor
Date of Birth13 January 1938
full life poor stand time
A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
garden house outside walls within
My walls outside must have some flowers,My walls within must have some books;A house that's small; a garden large,And in it leafy nooks.
choose golden heart man power work
When will it come, that golden time,When every heart must sing?The power to choose the work we loveMakes every man a king.
choose golden heart love man power work
When will it come, that golden time, When every heart must sing? The power to choose the work we love Makes every man a king.
garden health lovely man peace small
With this small house, this garden large,This little gold, this lovely mate,With health in body, peace in heart--Show me a man more great.
garden health lovely man peace small
With this small house, this garden large, This little gold, this lovely mate, With health in body, peace in heart-- Show me a man more great.
proved though
When I had money, money, O!My many friends proved all untrue;But now I have no money, O!My friends are real though very few.
proved though
When I had money, money, O! My many friends proved all untrue; But now I have no money, O! My friends are real though very few.
afford bringing investment
I see they've made some improvements, but they're bringing investment to others, not to us. We can't afford $300,000 houses.
rainbow side song together
A rainbow and a cuckoo's song / May never come together again; / May never come / This side the tomb.
decide regroup
I need to regroup and decide what to do next.
glad good life
Good morning, Life -- and all Things glad and beautiful.
effort equality full ongoing passage recognize society towards women
The observance does not only recognize (the passage of the 19th Amendment) but also commemorates the ongoing effort towards full equality for women in our society today,
corn dark far golden head lonely saw turned
I turned my head and saw the wind,Not far from where I stood,Dragging the corn by her golden hair,Into a dark and lonely wood.