As we see censorship it is a stupid giant traffic policeman answering "Yes" to "Am I my brother's copper?" He guards a one-way street and his semaphore has four signs, all marked "stop.

Accustomed as I am to public speaking, I know the futility of it.

Too much truth is uncouth.

Chaos breeds life, while order breeds success.

Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.

I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.

And of all glad words of prose or rhyme, The gladdest are Act while there yet is time