When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk

Assassinate Me You May; Intimidate Me You Cannot.

To Brand Man With Infamy, And Let Him Free, Is An Absurdity That Peoples Our Forests With Assassins.

But As In Wailing There's Nought Availing, And Death Unfailing Will Strike The Blow, Then For That Reason, And For A Season, Let Us Be Merry Before We Go.

His Smile Is Like The Silver Plate On A Coffin.

The First Inventions Of Commerce Are, Like Those Of All Other Arts, Cunning And Short-sighted.