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Don't Let Them Tell Us Stories.

That's Love, Giving Everything, Sacrificing All Without Hope Of Return.

It Occurred To Me That Anyway One More Sunday Was Over That Maman Was Buried Now, That I Was Going Back To Work, And That, Really, Nothing Had Changed.

God Put Self-pity By The Side Of Despair Like The Cure By The Side Of The Disease.

There Are Means That Cannot Be Excused. And I Should Like To Be Able To Love My Country And Still Love Justice. I Don't Want Just Any Greatness For It, Particularly A Greatness Born Of Blood And Falsehood. I Want To Keep It Alive By Keeping Justice Alive.