Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
Love is a peculiar thing.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.