By Simple Common Sense I Don't Believe

The Heart And The Mind, What An Enigma.

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them.

Hair Is Vitally Personal To Children. They Weep Vigorously When It Is Cut For The First Time; No Matter How It Grows, Bushy, Straight Or Curly, They Feel They Are Being Shorn Of A Part Of Their Personality.

I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How Can I Be A Communist?

I'm Sorry, But I Don't Want To Be An Emperor. That's Not My Business. I Don't Want To Rule Or Conquer Anyone.