Terror made me cruel.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

Terror made me cruel.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

The clock strikes off the hollow half hours of all the life that is left to you one by one.

Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they dont turn against him they crush those beneath them.

Cold in the earth and fifteen wild Decembers From those brown hills have melted into spring.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms length of the shore I must reach it first and then Ill rest.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Especially today as we fight the war on terror - against an enemy that represents hatred, extremism and stands behind no flag - we need to remember the sacrifices that have gone into protecting our flag.

After having dispatched a meal, I went ashore, and found no habitation save a single house, and that without an occupant; we had no doubt that the people had fled in terror at our approach, as the house was completely furnished.

I was told my son was killed in the war on terror. He was killed by George Bush's war of terror on the world.

I understand about this idea of terror and what it means to Americans and this idea that we can't just walk around free like we did; life has changed.

Crime, to the man of the forties, was an alien monstrous terror.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

According to various polls conducted, the single most important issue in last week's election was not the Iraq War, not the War on Terror, not even the economy. It was the cultural war.

The risk of a terrorist victory is greater when in fighting terror, democracy betrays its own essence.

I toyed with the idea of going to find another war where I could at least feel alive. I was so numb that it took terror to make me feel anything.

However, as our brave men and women continue to return from the battlefields of the War on Terror, Congress must respond by enacting policies that meet the evolving needs of the veterans community.

My submission to you is we're fighting the war on terror not overseas but in our own streets, and we'd be spending vast more fortunes to try to be a defensive country to protect ourselves rather than an offensive country to spread democracy wherever people yearn for it.

Christianity has made of death a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan.

The United States stands with our friends in Britain as they recover from today's shock of terrorism. These barbaric acts strengthen our resolve and remind us all of the danger of complacency during our continued war on terror.

With our Reserve and Guard units playing increasingly important roles in the war on terror and in Iraq, it is unacceptable to make them jump through any unnecessary hurdles.

So a truthful assessment of how America is doing in the war on terror as a result of President Bush's war on Iraq is that we have been set back by decades.

That hunger of the flesh, that longing for ease, that terror of incarceration, that insistence on tribal honour being obeyed: all of that exists, and it exists everywhere.

Biography lends to death a new terror.

Seventy years ago this November, Vladimir Lenin created the modern totalitarian state, transforming simpler forms of tyranny into history's most sophisticated apparatus of rule by terror.

The terror attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, changed the way we think about security.

The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the truth.

If the September 11 terror attack is supposed to constitute a caesura in world history, it must be able to stand comparison to other events of world historical impact.