He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

Man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing.

I found me a place where I can do good without doing any harm, and I can see I'm doing good, and them I'm doing good for know I'm doing it, and they love me, Unk, as best they can. I found me a home.

It was headquartered in Michigan City, a long way off. I never saw Ku Klux Klan march.

For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. "Blessed are the merciful" in a courtroom? "Blessed are the peacemakers" in the Pentagon? Give me a break!

I have had all I can stand of not taking myself seriously.

Never trust a survivor until you know how they survived.