Down Deep In His Heart

Great Stones They Lay Upon His Chest Until He Plead Aye Or Nay. They Say He Give Them But Two Words. "more Weight," He Says. And Died.

Let You Look Sometimes For The Goodness In Me, And Judge Me Not.

The Best Work That Anybody Ever Writes Is The Work That Is On The Verge Of Embarrassing Him, Always.

For The Political World, I Have Come To Believe, Is Fundamentally Beyond Anyone's Control, Yet We All Go On As Though It Were A Kind Of Vehicle That Only Needs A Change Of Drivers In Order To Steer It Away From Its Frequent Hair-raising Visits To The Edge Of The Cliff.

Proctor--he Knows It Is Insane: No, It Is Not The Same! What Others Say And What I Sign To Is Not The Same!