There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

Since Life Consists Of Madness Spiked With Lies, The Farther You Are From Each Other The More Lies You Can Put Into It And The Happier You'll Be. That's Only Natural And Normal. Truth Is Inedible.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

They Came From The Four Corners Of The Earth, Driven By Hunger, Plague, Tumors, And The Cold, And Stopped Here. They Couldn’t Go Any Futrther Because Of The Ocean. That’s France, That’s The French People.