And My Voice Now Is A Struggle,

Action Is The Antidote To Despair.

If You Swing Both Ways, You Really Swing. I Just Figure You Double Your Pleasure.

To Sing Is To Praise God And The Daffodils, And To Praise God Is To Thank Him, In Every Note Within My Small Range, And Every Color In The Tones Of My Voice, With Every Look Into The Eyes Of My Audience, To Thank Him. Thank You, God, For Letting Me Be Born, For Giving Me Eyes To See The Daffodils Lean In The Wind, All My Brothers, All My Sisters, For Giving Me Ears To Hear Crying, Legs To Come Running, Hands To Smooth Damp Hair, A Voice To Laugh With And To Sing With...to Sing To You And The Daffodils.

The Point Of Nonviolence Is To Build A Floor, A Strong New Floor, Beneath Which We Can No Longer Sink. A Platform Which Stands A Few Feet Above Napalm, Torture, Exploitation, Poison Gas, A And H Bombs, The Works. Give Man A Decent Place To Stand.

You Don't Get To Choose How You're Going To Die, Or When. You Can Only Decide How You're Going To Live. Now.