The Hawk's Cry Is As Sharp As

No Man Likes To Be Smoked Out Of His Hole In February.

A Critic Is To An Author As A Fungus To An Oak.

Anarchism? You Bet Your Sweet Betsy. The Only Cure For The Ills Of Democracy Is More Democracy. Much More.

Whatever We Cannot Easily Understand We Call God; This Saves Much Wear And Tear On The Brain Tissues.

The Death Penalty Would Be Even More Effective, As A Deterrent, If We Executed A Few Innocent People More Often.