| Argument is the worst sort of conversation. Fine words! I wonder where you stole them. For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery. I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand. May you live all the days of your life. That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental jumbling of the alphabet would fall into a most ingenious treatise of philosophy. The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes. Vision: the art of seeing things invisible. When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in confederacy against him. Whoever could make two ears of corn... grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind... than the whole race of politicians put together. |
| JONATHAN SWIFT |
| (1667-1745) |