The Single Clenched Fist Lifted

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.

I Fell In Love, Not Deep, But I Fell Several Times And Then Fell Out.

In The Average Newspaper There Is Not A Complete Suppression Of Stories That The Sacred Cows Don't Want Printed. But Rather What Happens Is That The Stories Get Printed With Stresses, Colorations And Emphasis That Favor The Sacred Cows.