When I Go Out, I Hope To

Radical Historians Now The Tell The Story Of Thanksgiving From The Point Of View Of The Turkey.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Suspicion Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And Of Madness.

When Sages Commend Excess, Desire Is Sick.

Affection Reproaches, But Does Not Denounce.