It Is One Of Man's Curious Idiosyncrasies

There Is No Man Who Desires As Passionately As A Russian. If We Could Imprison A Russian Desire Beneath A Fortress, That Fortress Would Explode.

Man's Destructive Hand Spares Nothing That Lives; He Kills To Feed Himself, He Kills To Clothe Himself, He Kills To Adorn Himself, He Kills To Attack, He Kills To Defend Himself, He Kills To Instruct Himself, He Kills To Amuse Himself, He Kills For The Sake Of Killing.

There Is No Easy Method Of Learning Difficult Things. The Method Is To Close The Door, Give Out That You Are Not At Home, And Work.

War Is Thus Divine In Itself, Since It Is A Law Of The World. War Is Divine Through Its Consequences Of A Supernatural Nature Which Are As Much General As Particular. War Is Divine In The Mysterious Glory That Surrounds It And In The No Less Inexplicable Attraction That Draws Us To It. War Is Divine By The Manner In Which It Breaks Out.

A Child Is An Angel Dependent On Man