The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they dont turn against him, they crush those beneath them. – Emily Bronte
Having leveled my palace, dont erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. – Emily Bronte
Ill walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide. – Emily Bronte
Men who would face torture without a word become blasphemous at the short fourteenth. It is clear that the game of golf may well be included in that category of intolerable provocations which may legally excuse or mitigate behaviour not otherwise excusable. – A.P. Herbert, Misleading Cases, 1935