The More Stitches, The Less Riches.

Can We Unite Against Ourselves For Our Own Higher Interest?

The Consistent Thinker, The Consistently Moral Man, Is Either A Walking Mummy Or Else, If He Has Not Succeeded In Stifling All His Vitality, A Fanatical Monomaniac.

Folly Is Often More Cruel In The Consequences Than Malice Can Be In The Intent.

Maybe This World Is Another Planet's Hell.

Pully, Hauly, Tug With A Will; The Gods Wiggle Waggle, But The Sky Stands Still.