I guess this is why I hate governments, all governments. It is always the rule, the fine print, carried out by fine-print men. There's nothing to fight, no wall to hammer with frustrated fists.

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.

What freedom men and women could have, were they not constantly tricked and trapped and enslaved and tortured by their sexuality! The only drawback in that freedom is that without it one would not be a human. One would be a monster.

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself.

You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.

American married life is the doormat to the whorehouse.