Pleasure Is In Itself A

Stretching His Hand Up To Reach The Stars, Too Often Man Forgets The Flowers At His Feet.

Prose Is When All The Lines Except The Last Go On To The End. Poetry Is When Some Of Them Fall Short Of It.

The Spirit Of Dogmatic Theology Poisons Anything It Touches.

Natural Rights Is Simple Nonsense: Natural And Imprescriptible Rights, Rhetorical Nonsense—nonsense Upon Stilts.

Is It Possible For A Man To Move The Earth? Yes; But He Must First Find Out Another Earth To Stand Upon.