Am I Alive And A Reality, Or

In That Little Party There Was Not One Who Would Desert Another; Yet We Were Of Different Countries, Different Colours, Different Races, Different Religions--and One Of Us Was Of A Different World.

I Loathed Poverty And I Would Have Liked To Put My Hands On The Party Who Said That Poverty Is An Honorable Estate. It Is An Indication Of Inefficiency And Nothing More. There Is Nothing Honorable Or Fine About It.

Anger And Hate Against One We Love Steels Our Hearts, But Contempt Or Pity Leaves Us Silent And Ashamed.

I Presume That It Is The Better Part Of Wisdom That We Bow To Our Fate With As Good Grace As Possible.

A Warrior May Change His Metal, But Not His Heart.