It Wouldn't Make For Sanity Would It,

We Can Never Go Back Again, That Much Is Certain. The Past Is Still Close To Us. The Things We Have Tried To Forget And Put Behind Us Would Stir Again, And That Sense Of Fear, Of Furtive Unrest, Struggling At Length To Blind Unreasoning Panic - Now Mercifully Stilled, Thank God - Might In Some Manner Unforeseen Become A Living Companion As It Had Before.

So You See, When War Comes To One’s Village, One’s Doorstep, It Isn’t Tragic And Impersonal Any Longer. It Is Just An Excuse To Vomit Private Hatred. That Is Why I Am Not A Great Patriot.

Happiness Is Not A Possession To Be Prized, It Is A Quality Of Thought, A State Of Mind.

I Have No Talent For Making New Friends, But Oh Such Genius For Fidelity To Old Ones.

Will You Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me That You Love Me Now?