I Hate The Sight Of Blood, But

I Will Not Join Any Club Who Will Take Me As A Member.

The Hate Of Men Will Pass, And Dictators Die, And The Power They Took From The People Will Return To The People And So Long As Men Die, Liberty Will Never Perish.

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Laughter Is The Tonic, The Relief, The Surcease For Pain.

We Must Laugh In The Face Of Our Helplessness Against The Forces Of Nature, Or Go Insane.