An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.

Propaganda Is A Soft Weapon; Hold It In Your Hands Too Long, And It Will Move About Like A Snake, And Strike The Other Way.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.