Life’s just a sacrifice, a ransomWe pay to Death for Love to save, Which turns to be as great as handsomeTo get a blessing from the grave.

Don’t be afraid of caterpillars –They are reborn as butterflies.Transformed by love are saints and killers.The truth is sometimes worse than lies.

...flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.

That's when I learned the hardest truth about vengeance: it had no logical end, served no real purpose, except perhaps to delay grief.

I'm not afraid of writing about sensitive subjects, but I want to be careful how I do so and I know not all readers will think I have been, of course.

If someone really wants to hurt you, they'll find a way whatever. I don't want to live my life worrying about it.

Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone.

I just think racism is within each and every one of us. It's everyone's responsibility to figure out how they deal with this kind of obsolete instinct.

As president, Clinton will continue to oppose TPP until it dies.

I saw how, when my brother smoked reefer, it made my mother cry. He was 16 at the time. And I saw that she broke down and cried. I never wanted to hurt my mother, so I kept away from drugs.

If we use our policy instruments wisely with regard to broadband, we can do some very practical things to make 'growth and jobs' a reality in the less-developed and rural regions of Europe, too.

But poverty, with most who whimper forth Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe; The effect of laziness, or sottish write.