In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: >>
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the s >>
Madam, Life's a piece in bloom death goes dogging everywhere: She's th >>
The English think they are free. They are free only during the electio >>
We are all of us the worse for too much liberty. >>
All theory is against freedom of the will; all experience for it. >>
I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.