Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

I'm An Idealist. I Don't Know Where I'm Going, But I'm On My Way.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.