The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.

Evil is done in hopes that evil surrenders, but the deeds of the devil are burned too deep in the embers, and world of hunger in vengeance will always remember.

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win.

Call it peace or call it treason / call it love or call it reason / but I ain't marching anymore

Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt.

Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.