Bridgeport?" Said I. "Camelot," Said he.
The gods offer no rewards for intellect. There was never one yet that showed any interest in it.
When majority is insane, sane must go to asylum.
I am pushing sixty. That is enough exercise for me.
Where every man in a state has a vote, brutal laws are impossible.
But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.