Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.
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Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes what'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanized automaton.
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Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
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Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches.
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We don’t need a god....we have all the pestilence and catastrophes we can handle already.
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If you had the seeds of pestilence in your body you would not have a more active contagion that you have in your tempers, tastes, and principles. Simply to be in this world, whatever you are, is to exert an influence, compared with which mere language and persuasion are feeble.
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Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence, so why bother shaving?
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Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence so why bother shaving?
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He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
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This mortal air is one wide pestilence, that kills us all at last.
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