Taxes Are The Price We Pay For

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

The Preacher's Garment Is Cut According To The Pattern Of That Of The Hearers, For The Most Part.

My Right To Swing My Fist Ends Where Your Nose Begins.

I Have No Respect For The Passion Of Equality, Which Seems To Me Merely Idealizing Envy - I Don't Disparage Envy, But I Don't Accept It As Legitimately My Master.

To An Imagination Of Any Scope The Most Far Reaching Form Of Power Is Not Money, It Is The Command Of Ideas