Perfect Love Is The Most Beautiful Of

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Dictators Free Themselves, But They Enslave The People!

What Do You Want A Meaning For? Life Is A Desire, Not A Meaning.

The Very Nature Of These Inventions Cries Out For The Goodness In Men; Cries Out For Universal Brotherhood; For The Unity Of Us All.

This Is A Ruthless World And One Must Be Ruthless To Cope With It.