The Truth Is Forced Upon

You Will Never Make The Crab Walk Straight.

You Vote Yourselves Salaries Out Of The Public Funds And Care Only For Your Own Personal Interests; Hence The State Limps Along.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Words Give Wings To The Mind And Make A Man Soar To Heaven.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.