Hungry Man, Reach For The Book: It

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

A Theater Without Beer Is Just A Museum

General, Your Tank Is A Powerful Vehicle It Smashes Down Forests And Crushes A Hundred Men. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Driver.

Intelligence Is Not To Make No Mistakes, But Quickly To See How To Make Them Good.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.