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What Broke In A Man When He Could Bring Himself To Kill Another?

Who Knows For What We Live, And Struggle, And Die?... Wise Men Write Many Books, In Words Too Hard To Understand. But This, The Purpose Of Our Lives, The End Of All Our Struggle, Is Beyond All Human Wisdom.

The Truth Is, Our Civilization Is Not Christian; It Is A Tragic Compound Of Great Ideal And Fearful Practice, Of Loving Charity And Fearful Clutching Of Possessions.

Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

Forgive Us All, For We All Have Trespasses.