Poverty Comes Pleading Not For Charity, For

Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance. From A Few Elevated Points We Triangulate Vast Spaces, Inclosing Infinite Unknown Details. We Cast The Lead, And Draw Up A Little Sand From Abysses We May Never Reach With Our Dredges.

Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which His Ancestors Ride.

The Only Prize Much Cared For By The Powerful Is Power. The Prize Of The General Is Not A Bigger Tent, But Command.

The Individual Will Always Be A Minority. If A Man Is In A Minority Of One, We Lock Him Up.

If Wine Tells Truth - And So Have Said The Wise, It Makes Me Laugh To Think How Brandy Lies!