The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the read more

The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.

Government is force, legalized plunder.

Government is force, legalized plunder.

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when read more

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.

One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without read more

One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.

They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.

The zen of flyfishing is that zen masters
don't fish.. the Buddha suffocates no creature.

The zen of flyfishing is that zen masters
don't fish.. the Buddha suffocates no creature.

I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, read more

I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the suspicion or dislike to the one who found pleasure in pointing out the defects of another.

I haven't touched my brother in almost 18 years.
(in reference to cruel prison regulations in Mansfield Ohio
prison)
http://www.kennyisinnocent.org read more

I haven't touched my brother in almost 18 years.
(in reference to cruel prison regulations in Mansfield Ohio
prison)
http://www.kennyisinnocent.org
http://www.petitiononline.com/manci.

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.