I Have Often Wondered Why The Sounds

I Have Often Wondered Why The Sounds Of The Beating Drums Do Not Make The Marching Soldiers Shoot Their Officers And Go Home.

According To My Observations, Mankind Are Among The Most Easily Tamable And Domesticable Of All Creatures In The Animal World. They Are Readily Reducible To Submission, So Readily Conditionable (to Coin A Word) As To Exhibit An Almost Incredibly Enduring Patience Under Restraint And Oppression Of The Most Flagrant Character. So Far Are They From Displaying Any Overweening Love Of Freedom That They Show A Singular Contentment With A Condition Of Servitorship, Often Showing A Curious Canine Pride In It, And Again Often Simply Unaware That They Are Existing In That Condition.

Another Strange Notion Pervading Whole Peoples Is That The State Has Money Of Its Own; And Nowhere Is This Absurdity More Firmly Fixed Than In America. The State Has No Money. It Produces Nothing. It Existence Is Purely Parasitic, Maintained By Taxation; That Is To Say, By Forced Levies On The Production Of Others. 'government Money,' Of Which One Hears So Much Nowadays, Does Not Exist; There Is No Such Thing.

Organized Christianity Has Always Represented Immortality As A Sort Of Common Heritage; But I Never Could See Why Spiritual Life Should Not Be Conditioned On The Same Terms As All Life, I. E., Correspondence With Environment.

As A General Principle, I Should Put It That A Man's Country Is Where The Things He Loves Are Most Respected. Circumstances May Have Prevented His Ever Setting Foot There, But It Remains His Country.