Prince Charles and his son William worked off their Christmas dinner yesterday by trying to blast some small furry creatures read more

Prince Charles and his son William worked off their Christmas dinner yesterday by trying to blast some small furry creatures to pieces.
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The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the read more

The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.

If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat read more

If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat for all the cruelty he has promoted on NPR.

Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.

Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.

It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.

It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.

Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.

Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.

There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes read more

There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes round, and he that laughs at me today will have somebody to laugh at him tomorrow.

When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from read more

When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from the play Jake's Women.

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.