I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How

This Is A Story Of A Period Between Two World Wars - An Interim In Which Insanity Cut Loose. Liberty Took A Nose Dive, And Humanity Was Kicked Around Somewhat.

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them.

Dictators Free Themselves By Enslaving Others. They Work Not For Your Benefit, But Their Own.

The Saddest Thing I Can Imagine Is To Get Used To Luxury. [and Therefore Not Appreciate It Fully Or Be Grateful For It Every Moment.]

Simplicity Of Approach Is Always Best.