The Worst Calamity: 'to Have Eyes And

This World Is So Full Of Care And Sorrow That It Is A Gracious Debt We Owe To One Another To Discover The Bright Crystals Of Delight Hidden In Somber Circumstances And Irksome Tasks.

I Prefer To Stroll Which Has A Buddy At Nighttime, Than By Itself Inside The Light.

What Can Rulers, Nobility And All The Lords Of The Earth Say To Justify The Horrible Killing And Maiming Of Twenty Or Thirty Million Valuable Men Who A Short While Ago Ploughed, Dug, Wove, Built, Guided The Traffic Of The World, Took Their Pleasure, Loved Their Fellows, Cherished Their Families, And Feared Naught?

Security Is Mostly A Superstition. It Does Not Exist In Nature.

I Am Only One, But Still I Am One.