— Ecclesiastes 11:1-4
There's a witch hunt coming, born out of all the American fears
There's a new purge coming, an inquisition for all of us here
— New Model Army, Christian Militia
"Then we will have tonight!" we said.
"Tomorrow- may we not be dead?"
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
Tomorrow's gone- we'll have tonight!
— Dorothy Parker, On Cheating The Fiddler