Whatever business you are in, every company can shoot for the start in their own way.
One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; 'Tis what I feel, but can't define, 'Tis what I know but can't express
One murder makes a villian, millions a hero
Through the sequester'd vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.
Man brings all things to the test of himself, and this is notably true of lightning.
America, not Keith Ellison, decides what book a congressman takes his oath on.
It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.
A wise word is more rare than the green emerald, and one can find the word of wisdom even amongst the slave girls making grain.