The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk.

Morality Has Nothing In Common With Politics.

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When It's Slippery And Wet.