I wonder, in the day of little convenience, what would I have done? Would I have hunkered down near those rocks? When would I, or someone with me, have started wondering what is on the other side of that distant ridge? Would I have settled or gathered myself to go see what was beyond that ridge top?
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”