But Perhaps We Should Love What We

Empires And Churches Are Born Under The Sun Of Death.

Of Course, True Love Is Exceptional - Two Or Three Times A Century, More Or Less. The Rest Of The Time There Is Vanity Or Boredom.

It Is In The Thick Of Calamity That One Gets Hardened To The Truth - In Other Words, To Silence.

We Used To Wonder Where War Lived, What It Was That Made It So Vile. And Now We Realize That We Know Where It Lives... Inside Ourselves.

I Have Never Been Able To Renounce The Light, The Pleasure Of Being, And The Freedom In Which I Grew Up.