I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another Juvenal or Sw >>
The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brothe >>
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and so >>
The law was made for one thing alone, for the exploitation of those wh >>
Rulers were made to be broken. >>
Where there is no law, but every man does what is right in his own eye >>
Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.