The best of men / That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer, / A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, / The first true gentleman that ever breathed.
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? / O sweet content! / Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? / O punishment!
Politics, when it is an art and a service, not an exploitation, is about acting for an ideal through realities.
How can one conceive of a one-party system in a country that has over two hundred varieties of cheese?