The Finger That Turns The Dial Rules

Men Decided That It Was Better To Pay Taxes Than To Fight Among Themselves; Better To Pay Tribute To One Magnificent Robber Than To Bribe Them All.

History Seldom Destroys That Which Does Not Deserve To Die; And The Burning Of The Tares Makes For The Next Sowing A Richer Soil.

The Soul Of A Civilization Is Its Religion, And It Dies With Its Faith.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.

Every State Begins In Compulsion; But The Habits Of Obedience Become The Content Of Conscience, And Soon Every Citizen Thrills With Loyalty To The Flag. The Citizen Is Right; For However The State Begins, It Soon Becomes An Indispensable Prop To Order.