If Someone Wants A Sheep, Then That

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

The Dignity Of The Individual Demands That He Be Not Reduced To Vassalage By The Largesse Of Others.

So The Little Prince Tamed The Fox. And When The Hour Of His Departure Drew Near-- Ah," Said The Fox, "i Shall Cry." It Is Your Own Fault," Said The Little Prince. "i Never Wished You Any Sort Of Harm; But You Wanted Me To Tame You . . ." Yes, That Is So," Said The Fox. But Now You Are Going To Cry!" Said The Little Prince. Yes, That Is So," Said The Fox. Then It Has Done You No Good At All!" It Has Done Me Good," Said The Fox, "because Of The Color Of The Wheat Fields.

Straight Ahead You Can't Go Very Far.

True, It Is Evil That A Single Man Should Crush The Herd, But See Not There The Worse Form Of Slavery, Which Is When The Herd Crushes Out The Man.