To ask a politician to lead us is to ask the tail of a dog to lead the dog.
Fool! I mean not That poor-souled piece of heroism, self-slaughter; Oh no! the miserablest day we live There's many a better thing to do than die!
Give me, instead of beauty's bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind, Which with temptation I could trust, Yet never linked with error find.
Fashionability is a kind of elevated vulgarity.
Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.
There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers' hearts to dust consumed.
Because no matter how much money we spend there [in Iraq], as long as the people there see this money as. . . as assistance that is unwelcome, as long as they continue to be humiliated in their own country by us. . . I mean, the future looked bleak, and the future after that was in fact very bleak.
Anyone can be a moral individual, concerned with human rights and problems; but only a college professor, a trained expert, can solve technical problems by 'sophisticated' methods. Ergo, it is only problems of the latter sort that are important or real.
Isn't hope an incredible, a wonderfully demented thing?
All are born to observe order, but few are born to establish it.