I Have Put My Pen At The

What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.

Life's Not All Beer And Skittles

Wars Come And Wars Go But The World Does Not Change: It Will Always Forget An Indebtedness Which It Thinks It Expedient Not To Remember.

In This World There Is Only Toleration For The So-called Normal.

I Have Put My Pen At The Service Of Some Of The Most Persecuted And Misunderstood People In The World. So Far As I Know Nothing Of The Kind Has Ever Been Attempted Before In Fiction.