If Only A Man Could Spit His

Strange Thoughts Brew In Your Heart When You Spend Too Much Time With Old Books

Here's A Strange Fact: Murder A Man, And You Feel Responsible For His Life - ''possessive'', Even. You Know More About Him Than His Father And Mother; They Knew His Fetus, But You Know His Corpse. Only You Can Complete The Story Of His Life, Only You Know Why His Body Has To Be Pushed Into The Fire Before Its Time, And Why His Toes Curl Up And Fight For Another Hour On Earth.

...the Future Of The World Lies With The Yellow Man And The Brown Man Now That Our Erstwhile Master, The White-skinned Man, Has Wasted Himself Through Buggery, Cell Phone Usage, And Drug Abuse

The Moment You Recognize What Is Beautiful In This World, You Stop Being A Slave

You Can't Expect A Man In A Dung Heap To Smell Sweet.