Spartacus, Like Jesus, Was Also Crucified By

Each Thing In Its Way, When True To Its Own Character, Is Equally Beautiful. (p 41)

Life: Another Day, Another Dolor.

Anarchism? You Bet Your Sweet Betsy. The Only Cure For The Ills Of Democracy Is More Democracy. Much More.

Great Art Is Never Perfect; Perfect Art Is Never Great.

When Riding My Old Harley A Ninety Per At Midnight Down The Via Roma In Naples, I Kept One Consolation Firmly In Mind: If Anything Goes Wrong, I'll Never Have Time To Regret It.