For Our Democracy Has Been Marred By

... [i]n Any War A Victory Means Another War, And Yet Another, Until Some Day Inevitably The Tides Turn, And The Victor Is The Vanquished, And The Circle Reverses Itself, But Remains Nevertheless A Circle.

A Foreigner Is A Friend I Have Yet To Meet.

A Hungry Man Can't See Right Or Wrong. He Just Sees Food.

Endurance Of Inescapable Sorrow Is Something Which Has To Be Learned Alone. And Only To Endure Is Not Enough. Endurance Can Be A Harsh And Bitter Root In One's Life, Bearing Poisonous And Gloomy Fruit, Destroying Other Lives. Endurance Is Only The Beginning. There Must Be Acceptance And The Knowledge That Sorrow Fully Accepted Brings Its Own Gifts. For There Is An Alchemy In Sorrow. It Can Be Transmuted Into Wisdom, Which, If It Does Not Bring Joy, Can Yet Bring Happiness.

All Birth Is Unwilling.