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Anybody Depending On Somebody Else's Gods Is Depending On A Fox Not To Eat Chickens.

A Great State Is A Well-blended Mash Of Something Of All The People And All Of None Of The People. The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Night Came Walking Through Egypt Swishing Her Black Dress.

I Want A Busy Life, A Just Mind, And A Timely Death.

There Is A Basin In The Mind Where Words Float Around On Thought And Thought On Sound And Sight. Then There Is A Depth Of Thought Untouched By Words, And Deeper Still A Gulf Of Formless Feelings Untouched By Thought.