Passion Is Like Genius: A Miracle.

A Great Nation Assailed By War Has Not Only Its Frontiers To Protect: It Must Also Protect Its Good Sense. It Must Protect Itself From The Hallucinations, Injustices, And Follies Which The Plague Lets Loose.

The More A Man Lives, The More A Man Creates, The More A Man Loves And Loses Those Whom He Loves, The More Does He Escape From Death. With Every New Blow That We Have To Bear, With Every New Work That We Round And Finish, We Escape From Ourselves, We Escape Into The Work We Have Created, The Soul We Have Loved, The Soul That Has Left Us.

A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can.

There Is No Joy Other Than The Joy Of Creating. There Is No Man Who Is Truly Alive Other Than One Who Is Creating. All Others Are Just Shadows On The Earth With Nothing To Do With Being Alive. The Joy Of Living, Whether It Is Love Or Action, Is The Joy Of Creating.

Thousands Of Animals (now Billions) Are Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. It Cries Vengeance Upon All The Human Race.