where are the snowdens of yesteryear?
Now you've given them hope, and they're unhappy. So the blame is all yours.
Everybody is as unstable as water.
When people disagreed with him he urged them to be objective.
As always occurred when he quarreled over principles in which he believed passionately, he would end up gasping furiously for air and blinking back bitter tears of conviction. There were many principles in which Clevinger believed passionately. He was crazy.
He was never without misery, and never without hope.