The truest protest is beauty. - Phil Ochs

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Men's gender problems cause them a lot of suffering. There is a massive spiking suicide rate in middle age for men and a cultural attitude to male friendship that is destructive.

Phil Ochs

The truest protest is beauty.

Beauty, Protest, Truest

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Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

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God help the troubadour who tries to be a star. The more that you try to find success, the more that you will fail.

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One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.

Dawn, Gargoyles, Grieve, Grieving, Politics, Veterans

In the courtroom, watch the balance of the scalesIf the price is right, there's time for more appealsThe strings are pulled, the switch is stayedThe finest lawyers fees are paidAnd a rich man never died upon the chair

Balance, Chair, Men, Stayedthe, Strings, Watches

In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.

Boy, Boys, Law, Mississippi, Southern, Years

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All my life I've believed that men and women have equal capacities and talents. . . consequently there should be equality in life's chances.

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I don't have any regrets.

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Ben Webster

I've been back in New York a year and a half now. Before that I was on the West Coast for five years. There's no comparison between the two. You hear things in New York you don't hear anywhere else. Unless these guys go out. Quite a few make it out to the Coast. Of course, you can't stay in New York for ever. You have to move.

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Marilyn Monroe

Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him. )

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