Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries

Women Have No Sense Of The Abstract-a Woman Admiring The Sky Is A Woman Caressing The Sky. In A Woman's Mind Beauty Is Something She Needs To Touch.

Only The Mediocre Are Always At Their Best.

Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.

Born Enemies Don't Fight. Nations You Would Say Were Designed To Go To War Against Each Other By Their Skins, Their Language, Their Smell; Always Jealous Of Each Other, Always Hating Each Other; They're Not The Ones Who Fight. You Will Find The Real Antagonists In Nations Fate Has Groomed And Made Ready For The Same War.

Is A Park Any Better Than A Coal Mine? What's A Mountain Got That A Slag Pile Hasn't? What Would You Rather Have In Your Garden--an Almond Tree Or An Oil Well?