We Have More Than We Use.

I Dream Of A Better Tomorrow, Where Chickens Can Cross The Road And Not Be Questioned About Their Motives.

All Infractions Of Love And Equity In Our Social Relations Are ... Punished By Fear.

The Lover Of Nature Is He Whose Inward And Outward Senses Are Still Truly Adjusted To Each Other; Who Has Retained The Spirit Of Infancy Even Into The Era Of Manhood. His Intercourse With Heaven And Earth, Becomes Part Of His Daily Food. In The Presence Of Nature, A Wild Delight Runs Through The Man, In Spite Of Real Sorrows.

Away With This Hurrah Of Masses, And Let Us Have The Considerate Vote Of Single Men.

The Path Of Things Is Silent. Will They Suffer A Speaker To Go With Them?