It's Never Too Late For Those Whose

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

Who Has Good Luck Is Good, Who Has Bad Luck Is Bad.

Because Things Are The Way They Are, Things Will Not Stay The Way They Are.

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.

We Attacked A Foreign People And Treated Them Like Rebels. As You Know, It's All Right To Treat Barbarians Barbarically. It's The Desire To Be Barbaric That Makes Governments Call Their Enemies Barbarians.