Albert Sidney Johnston Quotes
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How false is the conception, how frantic the pursuit, of that treacherous phantom which men call Liberty: most treacherous, indeed, of all phantoms; for the feeblest ray of reason might surely show us, that not only its attainment, but its being, was impossible..... There is no such thing in the universe. There can never be. The stars have it not; the earth has it not; the sea has it not; and we men have the mockery and semblance of it only for our heaviest punishment.
John Ruskin
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A woman who laughs is a woman conquered.
Oleg Cassini
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By His life, death, and resurrection, our Savior has conquered our enemies, and by His Spirit He has granted us to share in the victory.
R. C. Sproul
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The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.
Oscar Wilde
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Minds are not conquered by force, but by love and high-mindedness.
Baruch Spinoza
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Harshness is conquered by gentleness, hatred by love, lethargy by zeal and darkness by light.
Mahatma Gandhi
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Reluctantly he realized some forces could not be conquered and some vengeances can never be sated.
Bill Willingham
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Love came and flew as blood in my veins
Emptied me of myself and filled me with beloved.
Each part of my being she conquered
Now a mere name is left to me and the rest is she.
Abu-Sa'id Abul-Khayr
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The whole gun debate needs to be infused with a discussion about manhood. It's frustrating to hear debates about gun rights vs. gun control, and yet very few people say what's hidden in plain sight: It's really a contest of meanings about manhood.
Jackson Katz
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I've always believed that conservatism is the politics of reality, and that reality ultimately asserts itself in a reasonably free society, in behalf of the conservative position.
William Francis Buckley
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The story is everything, which means it's our job to tell better stories.
Kevin Spacey
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No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.
Edgar Allan Poe
