Remember, freedom is always taken, never given.
Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came, return.
To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.
Some syllables are swords.
Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.
Early, as well as late, Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers
Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.
Aliens might be surprised to learn that in a cosmos with limitless starlight, humans kill for energy sources buried in the sand
What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us?. . . Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.
The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up.
My daughter is a redneck woman, she's a redneck girl.