It Is Easy To Be Hopeful In

You Have No Idea, Sir, How Difficult It Is To Be The Victim Of Benevolence.

When Janie Looked Out Of Her Door She Saw The Drifting Mists Gathered In The West -- That Cloud Field Of The Sky -- To Arm Themselves With Thunders And March Forth Against The World. Louder And Higher And Lower And Wider The Sound And Motion Spread, Mounting, Sinking, Darking.

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

That Is The Way With People ... If They Do You Wrong, They Invent A Bad Name For You, A Good Name For Their Acts And Then Destroy You In The Name Of Virtue.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.