All Prisons Are Brimming Over

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

Nobody Has A More Sacred Obligation To Obey The Law Than Those Who Make The Law.

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

One Can Be A Patriot, You Know, Without Making One's Wife Join The Breadline.