If you keep making jokes like that, somebody is going to shoot you, father.

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated.

My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season.

My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season.

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated. Our wrongs will be made right, and we will once more, taste the blessings of freedom.

Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'