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“The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.”
― Winston S. Churchill

“Turkey's true master is the peasant.”
― Mustafa Kemal Atatürk

“A little while ago, I stood by the grave of the old Napoleon—a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost for a dead deity—and gazed upon the sarcophagus of rare and nameless marble, where rest at last the ashes of that restless man. I leaned over the balustrade and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world.

I saw him walking upon the banks of the Seine, contemplating suicide. I saw him at Toulon—I saw him putting down the mob in the streets of Paris—I saw him at the head of the army of Italy—I saw him crossing the bridge of Lodi with the tri-color in his hand—I saw him in Egypt in the shadows of the pyramids—I saw him conquer the Alps and mingle the eagles of France with the eagles of the crags. I saw him at Marengo—at Ulm and Austerlitz. I saw him in Russia, where the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. I saw him at Leipsic in defeat and disaster—driven by a million bayonets back upon Paris—clutched like a wild beast—banished to Elba. I saw him escape and retake an empire by the force of his genius. I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, where Chance and Fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. And I saw him at St. Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea.

I thought of the orphans and widows he had made—of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. And I said I would rather have been a French peasant and worn wooden shoes. I would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the autumn sun. I would rather have been that poor peasant with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky—with my children upon my knees and their arms about me—I would rather have been that man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than to have been that imperial impersonation of force and murder, known as 'Napoleon the Great.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, The Liberty Of Man, Woman And Child

“After we passed a few more houses, the street ceased to mantain any pretense of urbanity, like a man returning to his little village who, piece by piece, strips off his Sunday best, slowly changing back into a peasant as he gets closer to his home.”
― Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles

“Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.”
― Barbara T. Cerny

“I'm a peasant
I'm the muzhik
A pest you're destined to play the music
And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'm
Indebted to rest respecting it truly”
― Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality

“I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“A Russian peasant scratching the back of his head means many different things.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“And the One will reveal the Bow of the Southern Star and conquer the enemy with courage and fine judgment. The sight of the One is true and the enemy cannot hide. Griffon will fly”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“And the One will take the Sword of the Western Sun and triumph over the enemy with boldness and insight. The arm of the One is steady and heads will roll. Snow Giants will battle”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“By the second cycle of the solstice of the warm time, the One will face the enemy. And the One will unearth the Shield of the Northern Lights and smote the enemy with daring and intelligence. The heart of the One is pious and evil will cower. Couatl will rise.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“And the One will win the Armor of the Easter Dawn and defeat the enemy with audacity and wisdom. The body of the One is strong and ready to lead. Lammasu will pounce”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“Folks is all queer nowadays,' said the peasant-woman.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“Where did the Communists get their support? From the "great majority��"—the poor peasants, ready to die for them. Why? Peasants were not interested in revolution, Marxism, or theories. They wanted peace, rice, parcels of land, relief from their agonies, freedom from crushing debts, usury and taxes, and a chance for their children to learn to read and write.”
― Edgar Snow

“If a peasant offers you a beautiful fruit with his dirty hands, take it with endless gratitude because his hands became dirty for your happiness!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

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― Kishen Pattanayak

“Water pump, water pump, I've got some good news for you."
"What's your good nes, Dirmit girl?"
"There's a teacher in the village."
"He's here for you, then."
"Guess what he said to me."
"What did he say, what did he say?"
"He said I didn't look like a peasant."
"Were you pleased?"
"I was pleased.”
― Latife Tekin, Sevgili Arsız Ölüm

“This peasant said;
He who should rule by law commands theft, Who then will punish crime?
The straightener of another’s crookedness Supports another’s crime.”
― Miriam Lichtheim, Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms

“Now this peasant came to petition him a ninth time; he said: “O high steward, my lord! The tongue is men’s stand-balance. It is the balance that detects deficiency. Punish him who should be punished, and none shall equal your rectitude. When falsehood walks it goes astray.”
― Miriam Lichtheim, Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms

“God’s favour is powerful. His favour can move a peasant from poverty to a palace.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration

“The power of faith can usher a peasant to a palace because faith activates God’s favour.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Essence of Faith: Daily Inspirational Quotes

“Good God, Bertil, don't be daft. Peasants are like children. They love to frighten one another.”
― Roxanne Moreil, L'âge d'or. Volume 1

“Lying on his bed feels like wiping my dirty peasant feet on the throne.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Since early 1964, I have frequented the remote villages of Vietnam, along with teams of young social workers, and it is from these visits that I interpret the mind of the peasant.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnam: Lotus in a Sea of Fire