Freedom, where are you? Who holds you back? [...] The mother of wit and pleasure, Oh freedom!

May be able to die those who didn't know how to live

Passion Ignited Is A Sign Of New Discovered

I long for the days when I was One with the one who was the only one I could be One with.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden.

Our hope concerning the future is great, and our faith is strong. We know we’ve scarcely scratched the surface of that which will come to pass in the years that lie ahead.

Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.

Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.

The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum.

Everything is now for sale. Even those areas of life that we once considered sacred like health and education, food and water and air and seeds and genes and a heritage. It is all now for sale.

My headmaster chastised me with a diabolical instrument a leather strap tacked to a piece of wood but he taught me with such villainous success that I am now Prime Minister.