No nation ever yet found any inconvenience from too close an inspection into the conduct of its officers, but many have been brought to ruin and reduced to slavery by suffering gradual impositions and abuses.

We understand it's an inconvenience. But it's much better that we found this out now.

No system of mass surveillance has existed in any society that we know of to this point that has not been abused.

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.

Some trees love an ax, a drunk old-timer mumbled one night at the Tap, back when she still went there, and something in what he said rang true, but when she later remembered what he'd said, she disagreed and though instead that the tree gets used to the ax, which has nothing to do with love. It settles into being chipped away at, bit by bit, blade by blade, until it doesn't feel anything anymore, and then, because nothing else can happen, what's left crumbles to dust.

We are suffering from a glut of too many 3-D movies and not enough screens.