I Used To Write Letters To The

In November You Begin To Know How Long The Winter Will Be.

War Happens To People, One By One. That Is Really All I Have To Say And It Seems To Me I Have Been Saying It Forever. Unless They Are Immediate Victims, The Majority Of Mankind Behaves As If War Was An Act Of God Which Could Not Be Prevented; Or They Behave As If War Elsewhere Was None Of Their Business. It Would Be A Bitter Cosmic Joke If We Destroy Ourselves Due To Atrophy Of The Imagination.

After A Lifetime Of War-watching, I See War As An Endemic Human Disease, And Governments Are The Carriers.

By Its Existence, The Peace Movement Denies That Governments Know Best; It Stands For A Different Order Of Priorities: The Human Race Comes First.

Life Is Not Long At All, Never Long Enough, But Days Are Very Long Indeed.