Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

Real power... comes not from hate, but from truth.

Your quarrel is with God. I merely wish to offer Him the opportunity to judge you.

I leave you, hoping that the lamp of liberty will burn in your bosoms until there shall no longer be a doubt that all mean are created free and equal.

We may all deserve hell, but some of us deserve it sooner than others.

Her only fault is that she lacks sense enough to avoid falling in love with such a fool as I!

Living men are bound by time... Thus, their lives have an urgency. This gives them ambition. Makes them choose those things that are most important, cling more tightly to that which they hold dear. Their lives have seasons, and rites of passage, and consequences. And ultimately, an end. But what of a life with no urgency? What then of ambition? What then of love?