They never fail who die In a great cause.

Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

I'll publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Hungary conquered and in chains has done more for freedom and justice than any people for twenty years. But for this lesson to get through and convince those i…

You know who deserves a posthumous Medal of Honor? James Earl Ray [the confessed assassin of Martin Luther King]. We miss you, James. Godspeed.

When you have sweated, toiled, had mad dreams, hopeless nightmares, you find yourself in London's streets, cold and dank in the night air. Think - what have I …