A Man's True Character Comes Out When

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

The Saddest Thing I Can Imagine Is To Get Used To Luxury. [and Therefore Not Appreciate It Fully Or Be Grateful For It Every Moment.]

Man As An Individual Is A Genius. But Men In The Mass Form The Headless Monster, A Great, Brutish Idiot That Goes Where Prodded.

More Than Machinery, We Need Humanity.

As Long As Men Die, Liberty Will Never Parish.