By Simple Common Sense I Don't Believe

I Am At Peace With God. My Conflict Is With Man.

As I Began To Love Myself I Freed Myself Of Anything That Is No Good For My Health - Food, People, Things, Situations, And Everything That Drew Me Down And Away From Myself. At First I Called This Attitude A Healthy Egoism. Today I Know It Is Love Of Oneself.

I'd Sooner Be Called A Successful Crook Than A Destitute Monarch.

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

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