What a fool cannot learn he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.
Marie Corelli (1855 - 1924)
Contributed by: Zaady
If we choose to be no more than clods of clay, then we shall be used as clods of day for braver feet to tread on.
"A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now - and sold cheap in the open market!"
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