This World… Belongs To The Strong, My

The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In The Ground And Look To The Live Ones.

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

But If The Strength Ain't Real, I Recall Thinking The Very Last Thing That Day, Before I Finally Passed Out, Then The Weakness Sure Enough Is. Weakness Is True And Real. I Used To Accuse The Kid Of Faking His Weakness. But Faking Proves The Weakness Is Real. Or You Wouldn't Be So Weak As To Fake It. No, You Can't Ever Fake Being Weak. You Can Only Fake Being Strong. . .

I Don't Think You Fully Understand The Public, My Friend; In This Country, When Something Is Out Of Order, Then The Quickest Way To Get It Fixed Is The Best Way.

I Used To Think We Were Going To Win In The '60s. Nixon Went Out And I Thought We Won.