I Don't Dare Do Anything Anymore, 'cause

I Can't Help Telling You That I've Begin To Feel Deserted.

The Question Is Very Understandable, But No One Has Found A Satisfactory Answer To It So Far. Yes, Why Do They Make Still More Gigantic Planes, Still Heavier Bombs And, At The Same Time, Prefabricated Houses For Reconstruction? Why Should Millions Be Spent Daily On The War And Yet There's Not A Penny Available For Medical Services, Artists, Or For Poor People? Why Do Some People Have To Starve, While There Are Surpluses Rotting In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

People Who Give Will Never Be Poor.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair.