Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Ordering A Man To Write A Poem Is Like Commanding A Pregnant Woman To Give Birth To A Red-headed Child.

Time Is The Coin Of Your Life. It Is The Only Coin You Have, And Only You Can Determine How It Will Be Spent. Be Careful Lest You Let Other People Spend It For You.

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

An Ambition Is A Little Creeper That Creeps And Creeps In Your Heart Night And Day, Singing A Little Song, "come And Find Me, Come And Find Me."

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.