Taxes Are What We Pay For Civilized

The Axis Of The Earth Sticks Out Visibly Through The Center Of Each And Every Town Or City.

Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An Eminently Contagious One.

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

Between Two Groups Of People Who Want To Make Inconsistent Kinds Of Worlds, I See No Remedy But Force.

I Have Always Sought To Guide The Future-but It Is Very Lonely Sometimes Trying To Play God.