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You Will Hear Words Old And Spent And Useless Like Costumes Left Over From Yesterday's Parties.

Lessons Are Not Given, They Are Taken.

Woman Gives Herself As A Prize To The Weak And As A Prop To The Strong And No Man Ever Has What He Should.

Now That I've Seen What War Is, What Civil War Is, I Know That Everybody, If One Day It Should End, Ought To Ask Himself: "and What Shall We Make Of The Fallen? Why Are They Dead?" I Wouldn't Know What To Say. Not Now, At Any Rate. Nor Does It Seem To Me That The Others Know. Perhaps Only Dead Know, And Only For Them Is The War Really Over.

Love Is Desire For Knowledge.