A Revolutionist must be able to learn from silence;
to hear clearly that which is NOT said.
Everything in the City is exaggerated.
If it weren’t, nobody would put up with it.
A Real Revolutionist quotes nobody.
(Except maybe himself, and the wind.)
Those who say, “I really shouldn’t tell you this,” are about to.
Is part of why animals are so cute is that they don’t know they are?
(And don’t overlook the latest zoological best seller, “Dangers and Downfalls Via Self Analysis.”)