I Can't Let Them See My Doubts,

Anyhow, I've Learned One Thing Now. You Only Really Get To Know People When You've Had A Jolly Good Row With Them. Then And Then Only Can You Judge Their True Characters!

The Question Is Very Understandable, But No One Has Found A Satisfactory Answer To It So Far. Yes, Why Do They Make Still More Gigantic Planes, Still Heavier Bombs And, At The Same Time, Prefabricated Houses For Reconstruction? Why Should Millions Be Spent Daily On The War And Yet There's Not A Penny Available For Medical Services, Artists, Or For Poor People? Why Do Some People Have To Starve, While There Are Surpluses Rotting In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

People Who Give Will Never Be Poor.

I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

Boys Will Be Boys. And Even That Wouldn't Matter If Only We Could Prevent Girls From Being Girls.