Fart For Freedom, Fart For Liberty—and Fart

I Have Thought That Wild Flowers Might Be The Alphabet Of Angels, — Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious Truths, Which It Is Not Given Our Fallen Nature To Understand.

But Our Great Security Lies, I Think, In Our Growing Strength.

He That Won't Be Counseled Can't Be Helped. He That Would Have A Short Lent, Let Him Borrow Money To Be Repaid At Easter.

A House Is Not A Home Unless It Contains Food And Fire For The Mind As Well As The Body.

A Virtuous And Industrious People May Be Cheaply Governed.