... And In Thinking Of My Life,

Men And Women, Old And Young, Married And Single, Were Ranked With Horses, Sheep, And Swine

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress.

This Fourth Of July Is Yours, Not Mine. You May Rejoice, I Must Mourn.

This War, Disguise It As They May, Is Virtually Nothing More Or Less Than Perpetual Slavery Against Universal Freedoms.

I Have No Protection At Home, Or Resting Place Abroad. ... I Am An Outcast From The Society Of My Childhood, And An Outlaw In The Land Of My Birth. I Am A Stranger With Thee, And A Sojourner As All My Fathers Were.