Love? Why ... It Is What Everybody

I Regard Philanthropy As A Tragic Apology For Wrong Conditions Under Which Human Beings Live.

Hope Sees The Invisible, Feels The Intangible, And Achieves The Impossible.

Life Is An Adventure Or Nothing

Good Friends Walk In When The Old Ones Walk Out.

We, The People, Are Not Free. Our Democracy Is But A Name. We Vote? What Does That Mean? It Means We Choose Between Tweedledee And Tweedledum. We Elect Expensive Masters To Do Our Work For Us, And Then Blame Them Because They Work For Themselves And For Their Class.