Independence that has declared its ‘independence’ from the sure and certain compass of sound morals is nothing more than rogue greed having scantily dressed itself in the garb of independence while running off the cliff of anarchy.

Greed is the fast-track to poverty.

A cause that only serves me is much like a door on the edge of a cliff, it doesn’t open to anywhere good.

As utterly irrational as it might seem, the greed within me has the most limited vision I can possibly imagine as it has eyes only for the few things it doesn’t have, and it is completely blind to all the many remarkable things that it does.

The birthplace of anarchy is the cemetery of freedom.

The assumption of ‘rights’ is the cancer of privilege.