There in the city's steam-and-smoke-smudged harbor is the most extraordinary sight of all: a great copper-clad lady with a torch in one hand and a book in the other. It is not a statesman or a god or a war hero who welcomes us to this new world. It is but an ordinary woman lighting the way- a lady offering us the liberty to pursue our dreams if we've the courage to begin.

Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.

Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.