People Don't Do Me Much Good.

For Each Joan Of Arc There Is A Hitler Perched At The Other End Of The Teeter-totter.

I Would Certainly End Up Forever Crying The Blues Into A Coffee Cup In A Park For Old Men Playing Chess Or Silly Games Of Some Sort.

Food Is Good For The Nerves And The Spirit. Courage Comes From The Belly – All Else Is Desperation.

They Swallow God Without Thinking, They Swallow Country Without Thinking. Soon They Forget How To Think, They Let Others Think For Them.

I Don't Think I'll Travel Anymore. Travel Is Nothing But An Inconvenience. There Is Always Enough Trouble Where You Are.