A Meek Fellow ... Is A Real

He Had Drawn Many A Thousand Of These Rations In Prisons And Camps, And Though He'd Never Had An Opportunity To Weight Them On Scales, And Although, Being A Man Of Timid Nature, He Knew No Way Of Standing Up For His Rights, He, Like Every Other Prisoner, Had Discovered Long Ago That Honest Weight Was Never To Be Found In The Bread-cutting. There Was Short Weight In Every Ration. The Only Point Was How Short. So Every Day You Took A Look To Soothe Your Soul - Today, Maybe, They Haven't Snitched Any.

A Drop In The Ocean Has No Fear Of A Hurricane.

To Stand Up For Truth Is Nothing. For Truth, You Must Sit In Jail.

No One Can Bar The Road To Truth, And To Advance Its Cause I Am Prepared To Accept Even Death.

Art Thaws Even The Frozen, Darkened Soul, Opening It To Lofty Spiritual Experience.