Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

It Is A Sad Day When One Looks Back And Sees That His Largest Regrets Have Become Some Of The Most Integral Elements Of His Dreams.

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him. It Is The Moment When His Emotions Achieve Their Most Powerful Sway Over Him, And Afterward When You Say To This Person "the World Today" Or "life" Or "reality" He Will Assume That You Mean This Moment, Even If It Is Fifty Years Past. The World, Through His Unleashed Emotions, Imprinted Itself Upon Him, And He Carries The Stamp Of That Passing Moment Forever.

I Knew That Part Of Friendship Consisted In Accepting A Friend’s Shortcomings, Which Sometimes Included His Parents.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

It Seemed Clear That Wars Were Not Made By Generations And Their Special Stupidities, But That Wars Were Made Instead By Something Ignorant In The Human Heart