Every Day You Have Less Reason Not

Not Just Self-restraint, That Old Killjoy, But Communal Restraint.

Sometimes I Knew In All My Mind And Heart Why I Had Done What I Had Done, And I Welcomed The Sacrifice. But There Were Times Too When I Lived In A Desert And Felt No Joy And Saw No Hope And Could Not Remember My Old Feelings. Then I Lived By Faith Alone, Faith Without Hope. What Good Did I Get From It? I Got To Have Love In My Heart.

To Be Sane In A Mad Time Is Bad For The Brain, Worse For The Heart.

It Is The Man Who Can Think Of No Alternative To His Enslavement Who Is Truly A Slave.

Novelty Is A New Kind Of Loneliness.