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• The fate of the country... does not depend on what kind of paper you drop into the ballot box once a year, but on what kind of man you drop from your chamber into the street every morning.
  -- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)...
• Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Spanish Friar, Act v, Sc. 2...
• It hangs down from the chandelier Nobody knows quite what it does Its color is odd and its shape is weird It emits a high-sounding buzz It grows a couple of feet each day and wriggles with sort of a twitch Nobody bugs it 'cause it comes from a visiting uncle who's rich!
  -- To "It Came Upon A Midnight Clea...
• For a man can lose neither the past nor the future
  for how can one take from him that which is not his?...
• You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my brea
  Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God....
• I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for eve
  nothing can be put to it, nor can any thing be taken from it. -- Eccl.3:14...
• Extreme avarice is always mistaken; there is no passion which is oftener further away from its mark, nor upon which the present has so much power to the prejudice of the future.
  -- La Rochefoucauld...
• It does not matter if you fall down as long as you pick up something from the floor while you get up.
• Between 1950 and 1952, a bored weatherman, stationed north of Hudson Bay, left a monument that neither government nor time can eradicate.
  Using a bulldozer abandoned by the Air Force, he spent two years and great effort pushing boulders into a single word....