Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

Our Morality Seems To Be Only A Check On The Ultimate Domination Of Force, Just As Our Politeness Is A Check On The Impulse Of Every Pig To Put His Feet In The Trough.

Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

Taxes Are The Price We Pay For A Civilized Society.

Men Are Idolaters, And Want Something To Look At And Kiss And Hug, Or Throw Themselves Down Before; They Always Did, They Always Will; And If You Don't Make It Of Wood, You Must Make It Of Words.

On Every Stem, On Every Leaf,... And At The Root Of Everything That Grew, Was A Professional Specialist In The Shape Of Grub, Caterpillar, Aphis, Or Other Expert, Whose Business It Was To Devour That Particular Part.