You Have To Attack Once The Truth

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.

To Live Means To Finesse The Processes To Which One Is Subjugated.

Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As Wise.

Hungry Man, Reach For The Book: It Is A Weapon.

Suppose They Gave A War, And Nobody Came? Why Then, The War Would Come To You!