I Am Not Biased Against The Rich

I Allow Myself To Be Understood As A Colorful Fragment In A Drab World.

You Once Liked The Blissful Mobility, But Then You Wonder, Who's The Real You? And Who's The Chap On The Screen? You Know, I Catch Myself Acting Out My Life Like A Goddamn Script.

Someone, I Don't Know Who- It Might Have Even Been Me- Said, Any Man At The Age Of Twenty-five Who Is Not A Communist Has No Heart: Any Man Who Is Still Is At The Age Of Thirty-five Has No Head.

It Isn't What They Say About You, It's What They Whisper.

Man's Indecency To Man All Over The World Rules Out The Idea Of Humanity As An Actuality. It Is A Dream Of Young Idealists. In Practice A Misnomer