I was sitting amongst the high and dry boulders of a coastal river. I noticed how many feet the river would rise in the next few months and that I would return to fish for Salmon and Steelhead. The Mallard duck drifted in to my view. Then he sat there and scratched his head.
“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.”