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"Sonnet: Political GreatnessNor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame;Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts,History is but the shadow of their shame,Art veils her glass, or from the pageant startsAs to oblivion their blind millions fleet,Staining that Heaven with obscene imageryOf their own likeness. What are numbers knitBy force or custom? Man who man would be,Must rule the empire of himself; in itMust be supreme, establishing his throneOn vanquished will, quelling the anarchyOf hopes and fears, being himself alone."
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"Patriotism is the narcissism of countries."
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"A reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards."
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"I seldom think of politics more than eighteen hours a day."
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"Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again."
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"Democracy, freedom and liberty do not make us more than what we are; it is our commitment that matters."
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"I do not look upon these United States as a finished product. We are still in the making."
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"Politics, as the word is commonly understood, are nothing but corruptions."
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"The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission."
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"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
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"You don't necessarily need atomic bombs to destroy a nation. Politicians who value their pockets than the life of citizens always do that every day."
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"Ozymandias'I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.And on the pedestal these words appear:'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away."
History
"All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth."
Mistake
"In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect."
Food
"Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things."
Imagination
"Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry."
Love
"You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circle less, but to love those who exist beyond it more. Once make the feelings of confidence and of affection universal, and the distinctions of property and power will vanish; nor are they to be abolished without substituting something equivalent in mischief to them, until all mankind shall acknowledge an entire community of rights."
Equality
"Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker."
Money
"And the Spring arose on the garden fair,Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breastRose from the dreams of its wintry rest."
Nature
"The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed."
Art
"Hence in solitude, or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart."
Philosophy
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