When A Hot Woman Meets

My Objection To War Was Not That I Had To Kill Somebody Or Be Killed Senselessly, That Hardly Mattered. What I Objected To Was To Be Denied The Right To Sit In A Small Room And Starve And Drink Cheap Wine And Go Crazy In My Own Way And At My Own Leisure.

Too Often, The Only Escape Is Sleep

Meanwhile The 3 A.m. Drunks Of The World Would Lay In Their Beds, Trying In Vain To Sleep, And Deserving That Rest, If They Could Find It.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

Slavery Was Never Abolished, It Was Only Extended To Include All The Colors.