“Under the bludgeonings of fateMy head is bloody, but unbowed.”

“Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”

“Propaganda is to a democracy what the bludgeon is to a totalitarian state.”

“Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.”

“He'd always been a man who followed his head and not his heart.The heart was just a bloody motor.The head was meant to drive”

“…the gavel became an extension of his arm and he used it to bludgeon the court into submission.”