Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You,

The Arms Of Love Encompass You With Your Present, Your Past, Your Future, The Arms Of Love Gather You Together.

Mad Is The Man Who Is Forever Gritting His Teeth Against That Granite Block, Complete And Changeless, Of The Past.

To Be A Man Is, Precisely, To Be Responsible. It Is To Feel Shame At The Sight Of What Seems To Be Unmerited Misery. It Is To Take Pride In A Victory Won By One's Comrades. It Is To Feel, When Setting One's Stone, That One Is Contributing To The Building Of The World.

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

Once Men Are Caught Up In An Event, They Cease To Be Afraid. Only The Unknown Frightens Men.