The civilised keep alive The territorial war... Erase the race that claim the place And say we dig for ore, Or dangle devils in a bottle And push them from the pull of the Bush.

'Coming in with the golden light In the morning. Coming in with the golden light Is the New Man.

If you go, I'll let the law know, And they'll head you off when you touch the ground. Ooh, please, don't go through with this. I don't like the sound of it.

See the light ram through the gaps in the land. Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree 'Til you near him on the motorway And the tree begin to breathe.

People rarely win wars; governments rarely lose them.

All political arrangements, in that they have to bring a variety of widely-discordant interests into unity and harmony, necessarily occasion manifold collision…

Experience declares that man is the only animal which devours his own kind; for I can apply no milder term to the governments of Europe, and to the general pre…