Little Changes Are The Enemies Of Great

The Storm That Bends The Birch Trees Is Held To Be Violent But How About The Storm That Bends The Backs Of The Roadworkers?

The More Innocent They Are, The More They Deserve To Be Shot.

Poverty Makes You Wise But It's A Curse.

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.

Righteous People Have No Sense Of Humor.