Those With Very Loud Voices In Their

I Should Not Believe In A God Who Does Not Dance.

God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers- At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.

I Change Too Quickly: My Today Refutes My Yesterday. When I Ascend I Often Jump Over Steps, And No Step Forgives Me That.

When A Nation Is On The Downward Path, When It Feels Its Belief In Its Own Future, Its Hope Of Freedom Slipping From It, When It Begins To See Submission As A First Necessity And The Virtues Of Submission As Measures Of Self-preservation, Then It Must Overhaul Its God.