“Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.”

It is easy to give advice from a port of safety.

Have Faith. Where’er thy bark is driven, – The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth, – Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The habitants of earth.

Fate always wins, for our own heart within us Imperiously furthers its designs.

Man, one may say, was never in such a completely animal condition; but he has, on the other hand, never escaped from it.

All things must; man is the only creature that wills.

I feel an army in my fist.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.

A deep meaning often lies in old customs.

Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

Innocence has a friend in heaven.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men’s opinions of us, forms our true honor.

To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.

The victor is often vanquished by his own success.

I think that there are a lot of law enforcement officers out there who work according to their own set of what is right and what is wrong. And that doesn’t always include respect for administration cops, you know, people that are higher up the food chain.

Forgiveness gives birth to freedom so forgive them and set yourself free from the delusion of their chains and from the agony in your reality.

Your goal in life must be to always move higher and higher up the food chain, where you alone control the direction of your enterprise and depend on no one.

They danced in chains celebrating freedom.

You go to a truck stop and there are key chains with names on them, and there’s no Finneas. There’s no Billie. They’re little things, but as a kid, you just feel weirdly ostracized.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

The only answer to the endless chains of why, why, why is that the alternatives died.

You must have the guts to throw off the chains of modesty and mediocrity in order to be the light that the world needs.