There's just ae thing I cannae bear, An' that's my conscience.

My body which my dungeon is, And yet my parks and palaces: - Which is so great that there I go All the day long to and fro.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me…

We haven't the power to change men's hearts. We're not responsible. It isn't our fault. Your hands are clean aren't they? Out here where the sun keeps everythi…

Finally, she broke her silence and spelled it out to Dr. Burkley. Kneeling, John Kennedy's personal physician indicated her ghastly skirt with a trembling hand…

I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have…