All the big powers they’ve silenced me. So much for free speech and choice on this fundamental human right.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
The nearest the modern general or admiral comes to a small-arms encounter of any sort is at a duck hunt in the company of corporation executives at the retreat of Continental Motors, Inc.
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged heart.
Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who posses it; and this I know, my lords: that where law ends, tyranny begins.
Theoretical principals must sometimes give way for the sake of practical advantages.
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
The American people are sheep. They’re comfortable, rich, working. It’s like the Romans, they’re happy with bread and their spectator sports. The Super Bowl means more to them than any right.
Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.