I Am A Westerner Of Westerners!

I Have Had Four Happy Days In My Life, And Three Of Them Turned Out To Be Illusions.

Giving A Phenomenon A Label Does Not Explain It.

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!

It Is Human Nature To Instinctively Rebel At Obscurity Or Ordinariness.

Corrupt Citizens Breed Corrupt Rulers, And It Is The Mob Who Finally Decides When Virtue Shall Die.