Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time

Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.

I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser.

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

I'm past the point of no return,