Go Outsideamidst The Simple Beauty Of Natureand

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

I Must Uphold My Ideals, For Perhaps The Time Will Come When I Shall Be Able To Carry Them Out.

Don’t Believe The War Is Simply The Work Of Politicians And Capitalists. Oh No, The Common Man Is Every Bit As Guilty; Otherwise, People And Nations Would Have Re- Belled Long Ago! There’s A Destructive Urge In People, The Urge To Rage, Murder And Kill. And Until All Of Humanity, Without Exception, Undergoes A Metamorphosis, Wars Will Continue To Be Waged, And Everything That Has Been Carefully Built Up, Cultivated And Grown Will Be Cut Down And Destroyed, Only To Start Allover Again!

Riches Can All Be Lost, But That Happiness In Your Own Heart Can Only Be Veiled, And It Will Bring You Happiness Again, As Long As You Live.

Up Till Now I Always Thought Bickering Was Just Something Children Did And They Outgrew It. Of Course, There's Sometimes A Reason To Have A 'real' Quarrel, But The Verbal Exchanges That Take Place Here Are Just Plain Bickering. I Should Be Used To The Fact That These Squabbles Are Daily Occurrences, But I'm Not And Never Will Be As Long As I'm The Subject Of Nearly Every Discussion. (they Refer To These As 'discussions Instead Of 'quarrels', But Germans Don't Know The Difference!)