Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
There's a thin line between collectivity and chaos.
The price of dishonesty is self-destruction.
I believe that we often disguise pain through ritual and it may be the only solace we have.
...funny how people want a return to the good ole days. Of coarse the good ole days of being a rich white plantation owner. Everyone seems to forget the poor white farmer.
A deadline is negative inspiration. Still, it's better than no inspiration at all.