Words Mean Nothing. Action Is The Only

I Wanted To Be A Writer. I Wanted To Say Something About Home.

And That's All We Are Jefferson, All Of Us On This Earth, A Piece Of Drifting Wood. Until We - Each Of Us, Individually- Decide To Become Something Else. I Am Still That Piece Of Drifting Wood, And Those Out There Are No Better. But You Can Be Better.

You've Got To Bend With The Wind Or You're Broken.

Everything's Been Said, But It Needs Saying Again.

Without Love For My Fellow Man And Respect For Nature, To Me, Life Is An Obscenity.