Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face

We Look Too Much To Museums. The Sun Coming Up In The Morning Is Enough.

For, Like Almost Everyone Else In Our Country, I Started Out With My Share Of Optimism. I Believed In Hard Work And Progress And Action, But Now, After First Being 'for' Society And Then 'against' It, I Assign Myself No Rank Or Any Limit, And Such An Attitude Is Very Much Against The Trend Of The Times. But My World Has Become One Of Infinite Possibilities. What A Phrase - Still It's A Good Phrase And A Good View Of Life, And A Man Shouldn't Accept Any Other; That Much I've Learned Underground. Until Some Gang Succeeds In Putting The World In A Strait Jacket, Its Definition Is Possibility.

Everywhere I've Turned Somebody Has Wanted To Sacrifice Me For My Own Good—only /they/ Were The Ones Who Benefited. And Now We Start On The Old Sacrificial Merry-go-round. At What Point Do We Stop?

The Blues Is An Art Of Ambiguity, An Assertion Of The Irrepressibly Human Over All Circumstances, Whether Created By Others Or By One's Own Human Failing.

The Thing To Do Is To Exploit The Meaning Of The Life You Have.