Communism Is The Opiate Of The People.

When Liberty Exceeds Intelligence, It Begets Chaos, Which Begets Dictatorship.

If I Were Rich I Would Have Many Books, And I Would Pamper Myself With Bindings Bright To The Eye And Soft To The Touch, Paper Generously Opaque, And Type Such As Men Designed When Printing Was Very Young. I Would Dress My Gods In Leather And Gold, And Burn Candles Of Worship Before Them At Night, And String Their Names Like Beads On A String.

It May Be True That You Can't Fool All The People All The Time, But You Can Fool Enough Of Them To Rule A Large Country.

We Are Living In The Excesses Of Freedom. Just Take A Look At 42nd Street And Broadway.

In Its Youth A People Produce Mythology And Poetry; In Its Decadence, Philosophy And Logic.