The United Nations continues to sense as the forum where nations whose interests clash may lay their cases before world opinion.
I may be arrested, I may be tried and thrown into jail, but I never will be silent.
Today's records, even though they may be lyrically repetitive and not saying anything particularly heavy, they have energy.
The teachers union may not like Betsy DeVos, but she's clearly within the range of Republican policy-makers.
By a curious confusion, many modern critics have passed from the proposition that a masterpiece may be unpopular to the other proposition that unless it is unpopular it cannot be a masterpiece.
When a performer goes out on a stage, they may feel the audience is judging every aspect of them and their life. In fact, all that poor audience is doing is waiting to be entertained a little.
What appears to be the end of the road may simply be a bend in the road.
We tear ourselves inside out for something the world may love, then base our worth on that.
Have recourse trustfully to Gods loving kindness and He will not forsake you, for He longs to bestow His graces. Though you may have had the misfortune to offend Him, He is always ready to receive you, provided you return humbly to Him.
Whatever harm the evil may do, the harm done by the good is the most harmful harm.
In a free society, there comes a time when the truth - however hard it may be to hear, however impolitic it may seem to say - must be told.
Coolidge is the best living demonstration that, if you keep silent long enough, something fortunate may happen to you.
The body of People may with Respect resist intolerable Tyranny.
Time travel may be possible, but it is not practical.
I have had a happy life and thank the Lord. Goodbye and may God bless all!
You all say the same thing. When something bad happens, everyone tells you to forget about it. But, I don't think you can forget that easily. You may be able to pretend you've forgotten, but I don't think anyone can completely forget.
I may be a twin, but I am one of a kind.
Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…’ Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives.
Live life to the fullest tomorrow may never be.