Countries Are Like Fruit-the Worms Are Always

It's Odd How People Waiting For You Stand Out Far Less Clearly Than People You Are Waiting For.

Countries Are Like Fruit-the Worms Are Always Inside.

If Two People Who Love Each Other Let A Single Instant Wedge Itself Between Them, It Grows-it Becomes A Month, A Year, A Century; It Becomes To Late.

The Man Who Discovers A Woman's Weakness Is Like The Huntsman In The Heat Of The Day Who Finds A Cool Spring. He Wallows In It.

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.