We Have Ourselves To Save.

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.

You Know The Words From The Bible: 'build Not On Sand, But On Rock....' Tyrant Leaders Respect Only Firmness...and Laugh At Persons Who Give In To Them.

Human Nature Is Full Of Riddles And Contradictions; Its Very Complexity Engenders Art-and By Art I Mean The Search For Something More Than Simple Linear Formulations, Flat Solutions, Oversimplified Explanations.

I Insist On Believing That Beauty Elevates Human Beings.

Human Nature Is Full Of Riddles; . . . One Of Those Riddles Is: How Is It That People Who Have Been Crushed By The Sheer Weight Of Slavery And Cast To The Bottom Of The Pit Can Nevertheless Find Strength In Themselves To Rise Up And Free Themselves First In Spirit And Then In Body While Those Who Soar Unhampered Over The Peaks Of Freedom Suddenly Lose The Taste Of Freedom, Lose The Will To Defend It, And, Hopelessly Confused And Lost, Almost Begin To Crave Slavery?'