Police and prosecutors are morally and professionally obligated to make every effort to identify specious rape reports, safeguard the civil rights of rape suspects, and prevent the falsely accused fro...

Poi un giorno il cane non si presentò.Neville entrò in agitazione. Si era talmente abituato a quelle visite da trasformarle nel centro della sua routine quotidiana, che aveva riorganizzato intorno ai...

Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?

Please don’t be dismayed if you feel you are not already living a life that glorifies God! He never sheds light on our weaknesses or shortcomings for the sake of condemnation (Rom. 8:1). God makes us...

Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.

Phillipa blew out her breath. Running a finger along the soft flower petals, she unfolded the note. For Phillipa, she read to herself, She snorted.

Personally I always preferred Lipton's.

Personal humiliation was painful. Humiliation of one's family was much worse. Humiliation of one's social status was agony to bear. But humiliation of one's nation was the most excruciating of human m...

Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and see and earth.

Perhaps one of the hardest remedies to accept for our pain of becoming is that wherever we are in our path—no matter how flawed or incomplete—is a blossoming unto itself.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

Perché per me l’unica gente possibile sono i pazzi, quelli che sono pazzi di vita, pazzi per parlare, pazzi per essere salvati, vogliosi di ogni cosa allo stesso tempo, quelli che mai sbadigliano o di...

People wait until they have a need for some history and then they customize it to suit their purposes.

People over forty can seldom be permanently convinced of anything. At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

People only invoke history to ballast their arguments in the present. Maybe

People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.

People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.

People can't predict how ong they will be happy with recently acquired objects, how long their marriages will last, how their new jobs will turn out, yet it's subatomic particles that they cite as lim...

People always pay a lot of money for things that make them stupid.