In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.
Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath?
The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.
Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.
The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.