“For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!”

Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.

There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.

Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!

The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .

Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.

Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.

Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.

Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.

We have to love because we love loving.

If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.

Only love makes fruitful the soul.

I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

Life calls the tune, we dance.

There’s a crying need for civility across the board. We need to and will come together in the name of Jesus.

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

I cry when the song really good.

If my eyes could show my soul,everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

Kiss his wounds and tell him its okay to cry, humans have emotions and they bleed sometimes.

I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.

She, looked in the mirror and cried but didn’t let her soul to bleed, instead made bruises as roses.

I’ve always been really hard on myself. If I didn’t book a job, I would cry.