Hate Is Always A Clash Between Our

Now That I've Seen What War Is, What Civil War Is, I Know That Everybody, If One Day It Should End, Ought To Ask Himself: "and What Shall We Make Of The Fallen? Why Are They Dead?" I Wouldn't Know What To Say. Not Now, At Any Rate. Nor Does It Seem To Me That The Others Know. Perhaps Only Dead Know, And Only For Them Is The War Really Over.

Why Does A Man Who Is Truly In Love Insist That This Relationship Must Continue And Be "lifelong"? Because Life Is Pain And The Enjoyment Of Love Is An Anesthetic. Who Would Want To Wake Up Halfway Through An Operation?

We Care So Little Of Other People Than Even Christianity Urges Us To Do Good For The Love Of God.

It's Pointless To Cry. One Is Born And Dies Alone.

Traveling Is A Brutality. It Forces You To Trust Strangers And To Lose Sight Of All That Familiar Comfort Of Home And Friends. You Are Constantly Off Balance. Nothing Is Yours Except The Essential Things: Air, Sleep, Dreams, Sea, The Sky - All Things Tending Towards The Eternal Or What We Imagine Of It.