Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.

In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress.

All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.

Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.