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)
    
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