History consists of a series of accumulated imaginative inventions.
She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.
The tyranny of the many would be when one body takes over the rights of others, and then exercises its power to change the laws in its favor.
We adore, we invoke, we seek to appease, only that which we fear.
Historians are gossips who tease the dead
Beware of the words "internal security," for they are the eternal cry of the oppressor.