Let War Yield To Peace, Laurels To

The Avarice Of The Old: It's Absurd To Increase One's Luggage As One Nears The Journey's End.

O Tempora! O Mores! O What Times (are These)! What Morals!

They Condemn What They Do Not Understand.

Action Is The Language Of The Body And Should Harmonize With The Spirit Within.

A Bureaucrat Is The Most Despicable Of Men, Though He Is Needed As Vultures Are Needed, But One Hardly Admires Vultures Whom Bureaucrats So Strangely Resemble. I Have Yet To Meet A Bureaucrat Who Was Not Petty, Dull, Almost Witless, Crafty Or Stupid, An Oppressor Or A Thief, A Holder Of Little Authority In Which He Delights, As A Boy Delights In Possessing A Vicious Dog. Who Can Trust Such Creatures?