Bonaparte's wish is Peace, nay that he is afraid of war to the last degree.

There is no man who hates the power of the crown more, or who has a worse opinion of the Person to whom it belongs than I.

Men are entitled to equal rights-but to equal rights to unequal things.

I prefer the hardest terms of peace to the most just war.

Kings govern by popular assemblies only when they cannot do without them.

All political power is a trust.

Opinions become dangerous to a state only when persecution makes it necessary for the people to communicate their ideas under the bond of secrecy.

He was uniformly of an opinion which, though not a popular one, he was ready to aver, that the right of governing was not property, but a trust.

The worst of revolutions is a restoration.

[Napoleon has now] surpassed...Alexander & Caesar, not to mention the great advantage he has over them in the Cause he fights in.

There is not a power in Europe, no not even Bonaparte's that is so unlimited [as the British monarchy].

Your eyes are hallow, Your heart is bruised, Your temple has been raided, Your soul has been shattered, Was he worth it?

If major companies sourcing in developing countries care only about price and quality, local suppliers will be lured to cut corners on environmental standards to win contracts.

The unifying thread through all these different aspects of music business is just my attraction toward working with sounds and designing new scary, evil, dark sounds.

Me and my harp was a love affair from way back.

Everywhere in my house are these little things that have meanings and make me think of great memories.

There is a social responsibility to take care of vulnerable people. It seems that a sensible social responsibility is obligatory education, but also decent education, and that is not happening.

I think that you sign a sort of unwritten contract when you become a public figure, when you become an actor, that you're sacrificing a certain amount of privacy and parts of your life change.

There are none so deaf as those listening to ‘All by Myself’ over and over and over again.

Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry