Thy treasures of gold Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold; Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear The crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear. – Lydia Maria Child
Weve been trained since kindergarten: Be nice, be kind, share, put on a smile. So were conditioned to squash our natural selfish instincts, and thats the right thing for society. – Bryan Cranston
