Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his countrys ruin! – Joseph Addison
The dead have been awakened — shall I sleep? The worlds at war with tyrants — shall I crouch? the harvests ripe — and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not; the thorn is in my couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, its echo in my heart. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
The first thing to learn in intercourse with others is noninterference with their own peculiar ways of being happy, provided those ways do not assume to interfere by violence with ours. – William James
