A Man Has Only One Way Of

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion.

Little By Little, The Pimps Have Taken Over The World. They Don't Do Anything, They Don't Make Anything - They Just Stand There And Take Their Cut.

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.

The Brave Men Die In War. It Takes Great Luck Or Judgment Not To Be Killed. Once‚ At Least‚ The Head Has To Bow And The Knee Has To Bend To Danger. The Soldiers Who March Back Under The Triumphal Arches Are Death's Deserters.