If You Fight You Might Lose, If

Impact Lies In The Vicinity Of Mistakes.

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

Fearful Is The Seductive Power Of Goodness.

If Art Reflects Life, It Does So With Special Mirrors.

For Once You Must Try Not To Shirk The Facts: Mankind Is Kept Alive By Bestial Acts.