The Thing I Would Like To Do

'if You Let A Bully Come In And Chase You Out Of Your Front Yard, He'll Be On Your Porch And The Next Day He'll Rape Your Wife In Your Own Bed.

Nothing Is More Despicable Than The Old Age Of A Passionate Man. When The Vigour Of Youth Fails Him, And His Amusements Pall With Frequent Repetition, His Occasional Rage Sinks By Decay Of Strength Into Peevishness; That Peevishness, For Want Of Novelty And Variety, Becomes Habitual; The World Falls Off From Around Him, And He Is Left, As Homer Expresses It, To Devour His Own Heart In Solitude And Contempt.

The Cia Is Made Up Of Boys Whose Families Sent Them To Princeton But Wouldn't Let Them Into The Family Brokerage Business.

So Far Are We Generally From Thinking What We Often Say Of The Shortness Of Life, That At The Time When It Is Necessarily Shortest We Form Projects Which We Delay To Execute, Indulge Such Expectations As Nothing But Along Train Of Events Can Gratify, And Suffer Those Passions To Gain Upon Us Which Are Only Excusable In The Prime Of Life.

But If Future Generations Are To Remember Us More With Gratitude Than With Sorrow, We Must Achieve More Than Just The Miracles Of Technology. We Must Also Leave Them A Glimpse Of The World As God Really Made It, Not Just As It Looked When We Got Through With It.