Tyranny Is Always Weakness

The Don Quixote Of One Generation May Live To Hear Himself Called The Savior Of Society By The Next.

Never Did Poesy Appear So Full Of Heaven To Me, As When I Saw How It Would Pierce Through Pride And Fear To The Lives Of Coarsest Men.

No Man, I Suspect, Ever Lived Long In The Country Without Being Bitten By These Meteorological Ambitions. He Likes To Be Hotter And Colder, To Have Been More Deeply Snowed Up, To Have More Trees And Larger Blown Down Than His Neighbors.

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh I Du In Interest.