Only The Half-mad Are Wholly Alive.

Humankind Will Not Be Free Until The Last Kremlin Commissar Is Strangled With The Entrails Of The Last Pentagon Chief Of Staff.

In The End, For All Our Differences And Conflicts, Most Women And Men Share The Same Food, Work, Shelter, Bed, Life, Joy, Anguish, And Fate. We Need Each Other.

Lightning Streaks Like Gunfire Through The Clouds, Volleys Of Thunder Shake The Air.

All Forms Of Government Are Pernicious, Including Good Government.

Some Lives Are Tragic, Some Ridiculous. Most Are Both At Once.