I Have Often Wondered What It Is

Money Is Power, Freedom, A Cushion, The Root Of All Evil, The Sum Of Blessings.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

I Have In Later Years Taken To Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, In An Elemental Way.

History Is A Living Horse Laughing At A Wooden Horse. History Is A Wind Blowing Where It Listeth. History Is No Sure Thing To Bet On. History Is A Box Of Tricks With A Lost Key. History Is A Labyrinth Of Doors With Sliding Panels, A Book Of Ciphers With The Code In A Cave Of The Saragossa Sea. History Says, If It Pleases, Excuse Me, I Beg Your Pardon, It Will Never Happen Again If I Can Help It.

Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having It Often Know Not They Have It Till It Is Gone And They No Longer Have It.