Great Men Have Always Had Dogs.

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

The State Only Aims At Instilling Those Qualities In Its Public By Which Its Demands Are Obeyed, And Its Exchequer Is Filled. Its Highest Attainment Is The Reduction Of Mankind To Clockwork. In Its Atmosphere All Those Finer And More Delicate Liberties, Which Require Treatment And Spacious Expansion, Inevitably Dry Up And Perish. The State Requires A Taxpaying Machine In Which There Is No Hitch, An Exchequer In Which There Is Never A Deficit, And A Public, Monotonous, Obedient, Colorless, Spiritless, Moving Humbly Like A Flock Of Sheep Along A Straight High Road Between Two Walls.

Great Men Always Have Dogs.

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.

For Pastrasche Was Their Alpha And Omega; Their Treasury And Granary; Their Store Of Gold And Wand Of Wealth; Their Bread-winner And Minister; Their Only Friend And Comforter. ... Pastrasche Was Their Dog.