Life Is A Loom, Weaving Illusion.

They Tried To Get Me-i Got Them First! (suicide Note)

Oh, I Have Walked In Kansas Through Many A Harvest Field, And Piled The Sheaves Of Glory There And Down The Wild Rows Reeled: Each Sheaf A Little Yellow Sun, A Heap Of Hot-rayed Gold; Each Binder Like Creation's Hand To Mold Suns, As Of Old.

Except The Christ Be Born Again Tonight In Dreams Of All Men, Saints And Sons Of Shame, The World Will Never See His Kingdom Bright.

You Can't Crush Ideas By Suppressing Them. You Can Only Crush Them By Ignoring Them.

To Live In Mankind Is Far More Than To Live In A Name.