The World Is A Heap Of People,

The Big Bankers Of The World, Who Practise The Terrorism Of Money, Are More Powerful Than Kings And Field Marshals, Even More Than The Pope Of Rome Himself. They Never Dirty Their Hands. They Kill No-one: They Limit Themselves To Applauding The Show.

The More Freedom Is Extended To Business, The More Prisons Have To Be Built For Those Who Suffer From That Business.

Poets And Beggars, Musicians And Prophets, Warriors And Scoundrels, All Creatures Of That Unbridled Reality, We Have Had To Ask But Little Of Our Imagination, For Our Crucial Problem Has Been A Lack Of Conventional Means To Render Our Lives Believable. This, My Friends, Is The Crux Of Our Solitude.

For Sailors Who Love The Wind, Memory Is A Good Port Of Departure.

Most Of Wars Or Military Coups Or Invasions Are Done In The Name Of Democracy Against Democracy.