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Not only the priceless heritage of our fathers, of our seamen, of

Not only the priceless heritage of our fathers, of our seamen, of our Empire builders is being thrown away in a war that serves no British interests – but our alliance leader Stalin dreams of nothing but the destruction of that heritage of our fathers? – John Amery

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It is not the Government, the members of Parliament to whom the ultimate decision belongs, it is up to you to go forward sure of your sacred right of free opinion, sure of your patriotism. – John Amery

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Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge. – Paul Gauguin

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You know, one of my biggest dreams in life is to play a Disney princess. – Ginnifer Goodwin

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Freud published The Interpretation of Dreams in 1900. It introduced the notion that there existed certain predictable and identifiable processes by which dreams were formed. – Henry Reed

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I am not ridiculing verbal mechanisms, dreams, or repressions as origins of poetry all three of them and more besides may have a great deal to do with it. – Allen Tate

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