A Love Thought: I Love You So

A Decision, An Action, Are Infallible Omens Of What We Shall Do Another Time, Not For Any Vague, Mystic, Astrological Reason But Because They Result From An Automatic Reaction That Will Repeat Itself.

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.

We Commit Two Wrongs When We Fail To Right A Wrong.

A Consoling Thought: What Matters Is Not What We Do, But The Spirit In Which We Do It. Others Suffer Too; So Much So That There Is Nothing In The World But Suffering; The Problem Is Simply To Keep A Clear Conscience.

Every Luxury Must Be Paid For, And Everything Is A Luxury, Starting With Being In This World.