I Grow More And More

The Wise Fools Who Sit In The High Places Of Justice Fail To See That In Revolutionary Times Vital Issues Are Settled Not By Statutes, Decrees And Authorities, But In Spite If Them.

No Smile Is As Beautiful As The One That Struggles Through Tears.

Death Is No More Than Passing From One Room Into Another.

While They Were Saying Among Themselves It Cannot Be Done, It Was Done.

Let Pessimism Once Take Hold Of The Mind, And Life Is All Topsy-turvy, All Vanity And Vexation Of Spirit. There Is No Cure For Individual Or Social Disorder, Except In Forgetfulness And Annihilation.