Dreams Are Sent By God.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

A Man Who Has Been Through Bitter Experiences And Travelled Far Enjoys Even His Sufferings After A Time

When Are People Going To Learn? Democracy Doesn't Work.

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.