Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The

Government Defines The Physical Aspects Of Man By Means Of The Printed Form, So That For Every Man In The Flesh There Is An Exactly Corresponding Man On Paper.

If Two People Who Love Each Other Let A Single Instant Wedge Itself Between Them, It Grows-it Becomes A Month, A Year, A Century; It Becomes To Late.

Half The Human Race Can Change Its Name And Sometimes Its Nation Without Suffering — At Least Half! All Women!

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.