When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk

But As In Wailing There's Nought Availing, And Death Unfailing Will Strike The Blow, Then For That Reason, And For A Season, Let Us Be Merry Before We Go.

The First Inventions Of Commerce Are, Like Those Of All Other Arts, Cunning And Short-sighted.

To Brand Man With Infamy, And Let Him Free, Is An Absurdity That Peoples Our Forests With Assassins.

Assassinate Me You May; Intimidate Me You Cannot.

When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk Metaphor.