Hunting is now to most of us a game, whose relish seems based upon some mystic remembrance, in the blood, of ancient days when to hunter as well as hunted it was a matter of life and death.

We are living in the excesses of freedom. Just take a look at 42nd Street and Broadway.

The world wisely prefers happiness to wisdom.

When liberty exceeds intelligence, it begets chaos, which begets dictatorship.

There is no real philosophy until the mind turns around and examines itself.

When liberty becomes license, dictatorship is near.

Nature has never read the Declaration of Independence. It continues to make us unequal.