I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How

My Pain May Be The Reason For Somebody's Laugh. But My Laugh Must Never Be The Reason For Somebody's Pain.

Tomorrow, The Birds Will Sing. Be Brave. Face Life.

That's The Trouble With The World. We All Despise Ourselves.

Friends Have Asked How I Came To Engender This American Antagonism. My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them. Secondly, I Was Opposed To The Committee On Un-american Activities - A Dishonest Phrase To Begin With, Elastic Enough To Wrap Around The Throat And Strangle The Voice Of Any American Citizen Whose Honest Opinion Is A Minority Of One.

A Day Without Laughter Is A Day Wasted.