We Travel Just To Travel.

The Best Form Of Saying Is Doing.

I Have Sworn Before A Picture Of The Old And Mourned Comrade Stalin That I Won’t Rest Until I See These Capitalist Octopuses Annihilated.

Justice Remains The Tool Of A Few Powerful Interests; Legal Interpretations Will Continue To Be Made To Suit The Convenience Of The Oppressor Powers.

Once Again I Feel Beneath My Heels The Ribs Of Rocinante. Once More, I'm On The Road With My Shield On My Arm.

I Knew That The Moment The Great Governing Spirit Strikes The Blow To Divide All Humanity Into Just Two Opposing Factions, I Would Be On The Side Of The Common People.