He Had Stylized Himself--life Was Easier That

Morality Comes With The Sad Wisdom Of Age, When The Sense Of Curiosity Has Withered.

Oh, I’m Not A Berkeleian. I Believe My Back’s Against This Wall. I Believe There’s A Sten Gun Over There.

You Must Promise Me. You Can't Desire The End Without Desiring The Means.' Ah, But One Can, He Thought, One Can: One Can Desire The Peace Of Victory Without Desiring The Ravaged Towns.

Pity Is Cruel. Pity Destroys.

Death Was Far More Certain Than God.