It Is Not Worth It To Sacrifice

We Shall Not Lightly Talk About Sacrifice Until We Are Driven To The Last Extremity Which Makes Sacrifice Inevitable.

I Go Walking, And The Hills Loom Above Me, Range Upon Range, One Against The Other. I Cannot Tell Where One Begins And Another Leaves Off. But When I Talk With God He Lifts Me Up Where I Can See Clearly, Where Everything Has A Distinct Contour.

Mao Is A Sometime Yin Sometime Yang Strange Man, He Has A Soft-as-cotton Outer Layer, But At The Same Time Has Sharp Needles Hiding Inside... I Do Not Think He Could Achieve Anything, At The End He Will Be Crushed Inside My Palm.

We Live In The Present, We Dream Of The Future And We Learn Eternal Truths From The Past.

The Japanese Are A Disease Of The Skin. The Communists Are A Disease Of The Heart.