I've Just Read That I Am Dead.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

It's Clever, But Is It Art?

The Individual Has Always Had To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe. If You Try It, You Will Be Lonely Often, And Sometimes Frightened. But No Price Is Too High To Pay For The Privilege Of Owning Yourself.

If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.