When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk

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

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

Assassinate Me You May; Intimidate Me You Cannot.

It Is The Common Fate Of The Indolent To See Their Rights Become Prey To The Active. The Conditions Upon Which God Hath Given Liberty To Man Is Eternal Vigilance; Which Condition If He Break, Servitude Is At Once The Consequence Of His Crime, And The Punishment Of His Guilt.

His Smile Is Like The Silver Plate On A Coffin.