If vice and corruption prevail, liberty cannot subsist; but if virtue have the advantage, arbitrary power cannot be established.
All those who seek to destroy the liberties of a democratic nation ought to know that war is the surest and shortest means to accomplish it.
My Aunt Dahlia, who runs a woman's paper called Milady's Boudoir, had recently backed me into a corner and made me promise to write her a few words for her "Husbands and Brothers" page on "What the Well-Dressed Man is Wearing". I believe in encouragi...
The difference between Success and failure is not giving up.
When you GIVE under “compulsion” or “Grudgingly” you are giving under the LAW of giving and NOT the GRACE given for giving.
Don't ever give up. You gotta keep trying, and never give up.
Giving back involves a certain amount of giving up.
Give and receive; give big and receive big; give freely and receive freely; give poorly and receive poorly.
I never give up on my players, and I'll never give up on people.
The vampires took everything from me, but I'm looking into the eyes of one who has the power to give me back a reason to live, who can heal my gaping hole of sorrow.
Well why don't you lean over this counter a little more and give me your best kiss, and then I'll tell you if I want you to take me out to dinner.
I never thought I had a soul, but in that moment when our eyes met and our hands touched in greeting, my soul screamed for joy.
I believe my using the talent He's given me is His will for my life. Why else would He have bothered giving it to me?
I felt confused, and also inadequate; whatever he was asking or demanding, it was beyond me. this was the first time a man would expect more from me than i was capable of giving, but it wouldn't be the last.
She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
I know what I have to do and I plan to do it. It's a good time to get it done and get it behind me. It's treatable, so why not treat it now? My family will give me comfort but I have to do this alone.
I believe that art has been a vehicle for me that's been about enlightenment and expanding my own parameters, to give me courage to exercise the freedom that I have in life.
I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
You know... the word "homeless", gives you this very negative image. A filthy raggedy hobo... it's no good. It's too demeaning of a word if you ask me. It's just not politically correct enough... If it were up to me, I'd rather we be called "resident...
These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words.
Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.
