I Know My Own Nation Best. That's

When The Situation Is Hopeless, There's Nothing To Worry About.

If America Could Be, Once Again, A Nation Of Self-reliant Farmers, Craftsmen, Hunters, Ranchers, And Artists, Then The Rich Would Have Little Power To Dominate Others. Neither To Serve Nor To Rule: That Was The American Dream.

Nothing Could Be Older Than The Daily News, Nothing Deader Than Yesterday's Newspaper.

Desert Springtime, With Flowers Popping Up All Over The Place, Trees Leafing Out, Streams Gushing Down From The Mountains. Great Time Of Year For Hiking, Camping, Exploring, Sleeping Under The New Moon And The Old Stars. At Dawn And At Evening We Hear The Coyotes Howling With Excitement—mating Season.

All Power Rests On Hierarchy: An Army Is Nothing But A Well-organized Lynch Mob.