If We Couldn't Laugh We Would All

The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.

And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

Life Is Tons Of Discipline. Your First Discipline Is Your Vocabulary; Then Your Grammar And Your Punctuation

Nor Is There Wanting In The Press Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In It Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth. The Tale Of Earth's Unhonored Things Sounds Nobler There Than 'neath The Sun; And The Mind Whirls And The Heart Sings, And A Shout Greets The Daring One.

An Idea Is A Feat Of Association, And The Height Of It Is A Good Metaphor.