The Spirit Of A Nation Is What

The Stage Play Is A Trial, Not A Deed Of Violence. The Soul Is Opened, Like The Combination Of A Safe, By Means Of A Word. You Don't Require An Acetylene Torch.

Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.

Close Your Eyes, All You See Is Yours.

Is A Park Any Better Than A Coal Mine? What's A Mountain Got That A Slag Pile Hasn't? What Would You Rather Have In Your Garden--an Almond Tree Or An Oil Well?