What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?

We are all Pinocchio's , the only difference is our nose never grows longer when we lie

When you tell their story, don't include your opinion about them. Rewriting their struggle is an injustice to their true narrative.

What five members of the Supreme Court say the law is may be something vastly different from what Congress intended the law to be.

Benjamin Franklin Fairless

Quotes by Benjamin Franklin Fairless

Written By Benjamin Franklin Fairless

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