Little men with little minds and little imaginations go through life in little ruts, smugly resisting all changes which would jar their little worlds. – Zig Ziglar
We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped. – Harriet Tubman
