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People worship power in the form in which they are able to understand it. A twelve-year-old boy worships Jack Dempsey. An adolescent in a Glasgow slum worships Al Capone. An aspiring pupil at a business college worships Lord Nuffield. A New Statesman reader worships Stalin. There is a difference in intellectual maturity, but none in moral outlook. — George Orwell

The lessons of history teach us - if the lessons of history teach us anything - that nobody learns the lessons that history teaches us. — Robert A. Heinlein

Driver, can you tell him that I'm sorry? I wasn't supposed to be like this. I swear. — Rachel Cohn

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't. — Sarah Addison Allen

We got a rally a little while later - to talk to the rally because what I heard at that meeting [in Flint] - it was almost impossible for me to believe that I was listening to people in the United States of America in the year 2016. — Hillary Clinton

This is ten percent luck, Twenty percent skill, Fifteen percent power of will, Five percent pleasure, Fifty percent pain, and a hundred percent reason to remember the name. — Mike Shinoda

Publicity, discussion, and agitation are necessary to accomplish any work of lasting benefit. — Robert M. La Follette, Sr.

Those who refuse to drink are always thirsty. — Marty Rubin

I'm a genetic optimist. — Jeff Bezos

For the first time since our fight in Severen, I felt things were right between us. The silences no longer lay around us like holes in the road. I knew it had just been a matter of waiting patiently until the tension passed. — Patrick Rothfuss

It had taken time for him to realize that no one was truly self-sufficient, and that those who thought they were merely took refuge in a form of weakness, the weakness of being unable to ask for help and guidance and thus find greater strength in reliance on close friends and comrades. — Simon Hawke

This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I - how can any of us - let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death. — Mitch Albom

The Roses of Saadi
I wanted you to have roses this morn,
And stuffed a lot of them in my snug dress,
In my tight belt I could not all shoehorn.
The knots gave way, and threw them all around,
To wind and sea they were all gone forlorn
To flow with water, never will come round.
The waves were crimson red as if on fire.
This eve my dress is drenched in their fragrance,
Breathe it and keep it to your heart's desire. — Marceline Desbordes-Valmore