Roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
He was born with a gift for laughter and a sense that the world was mad. —Raphael Sabatini, Scaramouche
Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that His justice cannot sleep forever. — Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. — Edmund Burke, Letter to William Smith , Jan. 9th, 1795
Die Ros ist ohn warum: sie bluhet, well sie bluhet.
— Angelus Silesius