Always We Try To Put The Wild

In Essence The Renaissance Was Simply The Green End Of One Of Civilization's Hardest Winters.

The Most Important Questions In Life Can Never Be Answered By Anyone Except Oneself.

The Moon Hung Over The Planet Earth, A Dead Thing Over A Dying Thing.

There Comes A Time In Each Life Like A Point Of Fulcrum. At That Time You Must Accept Yourself. It Is Not Any More What You Will Become. It Is What You Are And Always Will Be.

It's Despair At The Lack Of Feeling, Of Love, Of Reason In The World. It's Despair That Anyone Can Even Contemplate The Idea Of Dropping A Bomb Or Ordering That It Should Be Dropped. It's Despair That So Few Of Us Care. It's Despair That There's So Much Brutality And Callousness In The World. It's Despair That Perfectly Normal Young Men Can Be Made Vicious And Evil Because They've Won A Lot Of Money. And Then Do What You've Done To Me.