Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

Trees And Plants Always Look Like The People They Live With, Somehow.

I Thought That When They Said Atlantic Charter, That Meant Me And Everybody In Africa And Asia And Everywhere. But It Seems Like The Atlantic Is An Ocean That Does Not Touch Anywhere But North America And Europe.

I Have The Nerve To Walk My Own Way, However Hard, In My Search For Reality, Rather Than Climb Upon The Rattling Wagon Of Wishful Illusions.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.

For Four Hundred Years The Blacks Of Haiti Had Yearned For Peace. For Three Hundred Years The Island Was Spoken Of As A Paradise Of Riches And Pleasures, But That Was In Reference To The Whites To Whom The Spirit Of The Land Gave Welcome. Haiti Has Meant Split Blood And Tears For Blacks.