Life Is A Four-letter Word.

Wouldn't It Be Nice If All The People Who Are Lonesome Could Live In One Big Dormitory, Sleep In Beds Next To Each Other, Talk, Laugh, And Keep The Lights On As Long As They Want To?

If Jesus Had Been Killed Twenty Years Ago, Catholic School Children Would Be Wearing Little Electric Chairs Around Their Necks Instead Of Crosses.

It's The Suppression Of The Word That Gives It The Power, The Violence, The Viciousness.

You Are A White. The Imperial Wizard. Now, If You Don't Think This Is Logic You Can Burn Me On The Fiery Cross. This Is The Logic: You Have The Choice Of Spending Fifteen Years Married To A Woman, A Black Woman Or A White Woman. Fifteen Years Kissing And Hugging And Sleeping Real Close On Hot Nights. With A Black, Black Woman Or A White, White Woman. The White Woman Is Kate Smith. And The Black Woman Is Lena Horne. So You're Not Concerned With Black Or White Anymore, Are You? You Are Concerned With How Cute Or How Pretty. Then Let's Really Get Basic And Persecute Ugly People!

You Got To Pay Your Dues To Get The Joke. Besides, Laughter Is Cheap And Very Portable. If There's A Pogrom, Or They're Blaming You For The Plague, Nothing Is Easier To Pack Than A Sense Of Humor.