Character begins to form at the first pinch of anxiety about ourselves.
Life is a rainbow which also includes black.
He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage.
One day posterity will remember these strange times, when ordinary common honesty was called courage.
Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.
Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?