I am a curse upon your house as well.

There is a curse on this house.

Administrators everywhere on the planet, in all businesses and pursuits, and at all times in history, have been the plague.

There is a plague on Man, the opinion that he knows something.

Plague was plague, and could not be treated lightly. And this plague was obviously worse than most, having killed everyone in the region.

Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.

Every criminal in the public service is a plague spot spreading contagion on every hand.

Once we lost the keys to our houses in Barcelona during The Plague, or the Inquisition or whatever other excuse was given for taking our properties, all the world was our temporary habitation. We saw each place through the eyes of the stranger seeking that pocket of refuge where we could set up shop until the next disaster turned people against us.

We were both victims to the same overshadowing evil — she, as mistress, I, as slave.

They are dying. That's true. And you -- it is what it is. But that doesn't mean we aren't doing everything we can. It's under control as much as you can control it. This is a horrible plague that beset us.

Humanity Is A Plague. We’re A Disgusting, Narcissistic, Selfish Parasite, And The World Would Be A Better Place Without Us.

False fears are a plague, a modern plague!

Nothing is so catching as the plague; now, fanaticism, no matter of what nature, is only the plague of the human mind.

My Aunt Agatha, the curse of the Home Counties and a menace to one and all.