Disagreement produces debate but dissent produces dissension. Dissent (which come from the Latin, dis and sentire) means originall...y to feel apart from others. People who disagree have an argument, but people who dissent have a quarrel. People may disagree and both may count themselves in the majority. But a person who dissents is by definition in a minority. A liberal society thrives on disagreement but is killed by dissension. Disagreement is the life blood of democracy, dissension is its cancer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This whole business of Trade gives me to pause and think, as it constitutes false relations between men; inasmuch as I am prone to... count myself relieved of any responsibility to behave well and nobly to that person who I pay with money, whereas if I had not that commodity, I should be put on my good behavior in all companies, and man would be a benefactor to man, as being himself his only certificate that he had a right to those aids and services which each asked of the other.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I lost myself in my work and never felt that marriage would give me the security I wanted. I thought that through the trade uni...on movement we working women could get better conditions and security of mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Escalus. What do you think of the trade, Pompey? Is it a lawful trade? Pompey. If the law would allow it, sir.... Escalus. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Pompey. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth of the city? Escalus. No, Pompey. Pompey. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,... When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white: When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »