Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. – William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternitys sun rise. – William Blake
As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers. – William Blake
It seems to me that there must be an ecological limit to the number of paper pushers the earth can sustain, and that human civilization will collapse when the number of, say, tax lawyers exceeds the worlds total population of farmers, weavers, fisherpersons, and pediatric nurses. – Barbara Ehrenreich