All Thinking Is Done With The Glands.

Night And Gin And Music-the Right Setting For Peeling Off The Thin Clinging Layers Of Bullshit And Finding One's Way Down Closer To The Essential Self.

Now It Stands To Reason, Mister, Any Damn Fool Stares Into The Sun Long Enough, He'll End Up Seeing Exactly What Some Other Damn Fool Tells Him He's Going To See.

Now Each One Of Us, Black Or White, Is A Symbol. The War Is Out In The Open And The Skin Color Is A Uniform. All The Deep And Basic Similarities Of The Human Condition Are Forgotten So That We Can Exaggerate The Few Differences That Exist.

We Have Been Endowed With The Capacity And The Power To Create Desirable Pictures Within And To Find Them Automatically In The Outer World Of Our Environment.

When You See The Ugliness Behind The Tears Of Another Person, It Makes You Take A Closer Look At Your Own.