It's All That The Young Can Do

While We Ourselves Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Living Conditions On This Earth?

If All The Economists Were Laid End To End, They'd Never Reach A Conclusion.

You Are My Inspiration And My Folly. You Are My Light Across The Sea, My Million Nameless Joys, And My Day's Wage. You Are My Divinity, My Madness, My Selfishness, My Transfiguration And Purification. You Are My Rapscallionly Fellow Vagabond, My Tempter And Star. I Want You.

Remember That The Progress Of The World Depends On Your Knowing Better Than Your Elders.

Defeatism Is The Wretchedest Of Policies.