We All Have Private Ails. The Troublemakers

What Are We When We Are Alone? Some, When They Are Alone, Cease To Exist.

It Is Startling To See How The Oppressed Almost Invariably Shape Themselves In The Image Of Their Hated Oppressors.

My Writing Is Done In Railroad Yards While Waiting For A Freight, In The Fields While Waiting For A Truck, And At Noon After Lunch. Towns Are Too Distracting.

Anger Is A Prelude To Courage.

When People Are Free To Do As They Please, They Usually Imitate Each Other.