Most Of Us Retain Enough

Taxes Are What We Pay For Civilized Society

For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons Roll Who Bears Eternal Summer In His Soul.

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

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

I Think That We Should Be Eternally Vigilant Against Attempts To Check The Expression Of Opinions That We Loathe And Believe To Be Fraught With Death, Unless They So Imminently Threaten Immediate Interference With The Lawful And Pressing Purposes Of The Law That An Immediate Check Is Required To Save The Country.