
Pretty the Prophet: O proud King, thou art capable of great foresight yet art blind to thy own folly. You dumbass.
Beauty is Good

“No, it is true. The frontier place is for people like my white son and his woman and their children. And one day there will be no more frontier. And men like you will go too, like the Mohicans. And new people will come, work, struggle. Some will make their life. But once, we were here.”

“Hazel, ya sweet little bastard! We’ll get ya off, don’t you worry! You done noble stuff. Wasn’t nobody with the guts, but you. You just sit there and take it easy. You got the ball to the one-yard-line. Ol’ Mack’s gonna carry it in, for ya!”

“Don’t feel bad for the crows, Homer. They weren’t trying to blind you; they were just trying to drink your sweet, sweet eye juices.”

“Now laws may be called the performances or tangible results of Political Science; how then can a man acquire from these the faculty of Legislation, or choose the best? We do not see men made physicians by compilations: and yet in these treatises men endeavor to give not only the cases but also how they may be cured, and the proper treatment in each case, dividing the various bodily habits. Well, these are thought to be useful to professional men, but to the unprofessional useless. In like manner it may be that collections of laws and Constitutions would be exceedingly useful to such as are able to speculate on them, and judge what is well, and what ill, and what kind of things fit in with what others: but they who without this qualification should go through such matters cannot have right judgment, unless they have it by instinct, though they may become more intelligent in such matters.”