Half The Human Race Can Change Its

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.

A Man Has Only One Way Of Being Immortal On Earth: He Has To Forget He Is A Mortal.

To Seek Out In A World Full Of Joy The One Thing That Is Certain To Give You Pain, And Hug It To Your Bosom With All Your Strength; That's The Greatest Human Happiness.

Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.