With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

We've got rights the right to starve We've got jobs waiting for work We're all brothers lousy and dirty We're all free and equal to die like dogs

Nature supplies the game of chess with its implements; science with its system; art with its aesthetic arrangement of its problems; and God endows it with its blessed power of making people happy.

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out. Niether side is glorious. On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing - not to lie under theearth, but to walk upon it - without crutches.

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out.

Long ago I left heroics to the heroes