A Storm Breaks Trees. It

It Makes Me Happier, More Secure, To Think That I Do Not Have To Plan And Manage Everything For Myself, That I Am Only A Sword Made Sharp To Smite The Unclean Forces, An Enchanted Sword To Cleave And Disperse Them. Grant, O Lord, That I May Not Break As I Strike! Let Me Not Fall From Thy Hand!

The Solemn Pledge To Abstain From Telling The Truth Was Called Socialist Realism.

The Same Old Caveman Feeling-greed, Envy, Violence, And Mutual Hate, Which Along The Way Assumed Respectable Pseudonyms Like Class Struggle, Racial Struggle, Mass Struggle, Labor-union Struggle-are Tearing Our World To Pieces.

A Storm Breaks Trees. It Only Bends Grass.

The Heart Senses Who Is Friend And Who Is No Friend.