If You Tell A Lie, Tell A

We Can Do Without Butter, But, Despite All Our Love Of Peace, Not Without Arms. One Cannot Shoot With Butter, But With Guns.

It Would Not Be Impossible To Prove With Sufficient Repetition And A Psychological Understanding Of The People Concerned That A Square Is In Fact A Circle. They Are Mere Words, And Words Can Be Molded Until They Clothe Ideas And Disguise.

The Night Folds Her Trembling Hands Over A Weary World. Out Of A Pale Blue Rises The Shining Moon. My Thoughts Are Flying To The Stars Like Lonely Swans.

Crisis Is The Path To Happiness. Decay And Disintegration Do Not Spell Doom, But Ascent And Beginning. The Powerful Forces Of A New Creation Operate In The Hush Beyond The Noise Of The Day.

You Have Nothing To Fear, If You Have Nothing To Hide