
Source: A Mechanical Account of Poisons (1702), p. xxviii-xxix
(3rd August 1822) Sketches from Drawings by Mr. Dagley. Sketch the Second. Love touching the Horns of a Snail, which is shrinking from his hand.
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822
Source: A Mechanical Account of Poisons (1702), p. xxviii-xxix
Power and poverty: two extremes of existence going head to head http://www.independent.ie/opinion/power-and-poverty-two-extremes-of-existence-going-head-to-head-30567525.html (2014)
“sorrow… is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of
love touches it”
Source: De Profundis
“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.”
As quoted in Quote, Unquote (1989) by Jonathan Williams, p. 136
As quoted in Liberalism is a Mental Disorder : Savage Solutions (2005) by Michael Savage, Ch. 1 : More Patton, Less Patent Leather, p. 4
“Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.”
Source: Narcissus in Chains
2011, Remarks on death of Osama bin Laden (May 2011)
Context: On September 11, 2001, in our time of grief, the American people came together. We offered our neighbors a hand, and we offered the wounded our blood. We reaffirmed our ties to each other, and our love of community and country. On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family.
We were also united in our resolve to protect our nation and to bring those who committed this vicious attack to justice. We quickly learned that the 9/11 attacks were carried out by al Qaeda — an organization headed by Osama bin Laden, which had openly declared war on the United States and was committed to killing innocents in our country and around the globe. And so we went to war against al Qaeda to protect our citizens, our friends, and our allies.
“Death gestured with his hands and bade the king thrice welcome.”
Book VIII, line 168
The Odyssey : A Modern Sequel (1938)
“Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, But four times he who gets his blow in fust”
Affurisms. From Josh Billings: His Sayings (1865)