I Am So Smart. I Am So

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

Without Question It May Be Said Of Vancouver That Her Position, Geographically, Is Imperial To A Degree, That Her Possibilities Are Enormous, And That With But A Feeble Stretch Of The Imagination Those Possibilities Might Wisely Be Deemed Certainties.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.