Ants are good citizens: they place group interests first.

Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves.

The poets of each generation seldom sing a new song. They turn to themes men always have loved, and sing them in the mode of their times.

Every maiden's weak and willin' When she meets the proper villian.

When eras die, their legacies Are left to strange police. Professors in New England guard The glory that was Greece.

Ants are good citizens; they place group interest first. But they carry it so far, they have few or no political rights. An ant doesn't have the vote, apparently; he just has his duties.

As time goes on, new and remoter aspects of truth are discovered which can seldom be fitted into creeds that are changeless.