The Heart Senses Who Is Friend And

Bless You Prison, Bless You For Being In My Life. For There, Lying Upon The Rotting Prison Straw, I Came To Realize That The Object Of Life Is Not Prosperity As We Are Made To Believe, But The Maturity Of The Human Soul.

After All, Man Is A Complicated Being, Why Should He Be Explainable By Logic?

It's True That Private Enterprise Is Extremely Flexible, But Its Only Good Within Very Narrow Limits. If Private Enterprise Isn't Held In An Iron Grip It Gives Birth To People Who Are No Better Than Beasts, Those Stock-exchange People With Greedy Appetites Beyond Restraint.

Why Should I Trust You? We Haven't Drunk From The Same Bowl Of Soup.

Each Person Has His Special Moment Of Life When He Unfolded Himself To The Fullest, Felt To The Deepest, And Expressed Himself To The Utmost, To Himself And To Others.