A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.