Taxes Are What We Pay For Civilized

My Right To Swing My Fist Ends Where Your Nose Begins.

Every Real Thought On Every Real Subject Knocks The Wind Out Of Somebody Or Other.

There Is Nothing Earthly That Lasts So Well, As Money. A Man's Learning Dies With Him, As Does His Virtues Fade Out Of Remembrance, But The Dividends On The Stocks He Bequeaths To His Children Live And Keep His Memory Green.

These Are The Hands Whose Sturdy Labor Brings The Peasant's Food, The Golden Pomp Of Kings; This Is The Page Whose Letters Shall Be Seen, Changed By The Sun To Words Of Living Green; This Is The Scholar Whose Immortal Penspells The First Lesson Hunger Taught To Men; These Are The Lines That Heaven-commanded Toil Shows On His Deed, - The Charter Of The Soil!

Modesty And Reverence Are No Less Virtues Of Freemen Than The Democratic Feeling Which Will Submit Neither To Arrogance Nor To Servility.