Thinking About The Suffering Of Those You

I Long To Ride A Bike, Dance, Whistle, Look At The World, Feel Young And Know That I'm Free, And Yet I Can't Let It Show. Just Imagine What Would Happen If All Eight Of Us Were To Feel Sorry For Ourselves Or Walk Around With The Discontent Clearly Visible On Our Faces. Where Would That Get Us?

Ordinary People Don't Know How Much Books Can Mean To Someone Who's Cooped Up.

I Love You, With A Love So Great That It Simply Couldn't Keep Growing Inside My Heart, But Had To Leap Out And Reveal Itself In All Its Magnitude.

Don’t Believe The War Is Simply The Work Of Politicians And Capitalists. Oh No, The Common Man Is Every Bit As Guilty; Otherwise, People And Nations Would Have Re- Belled Long Ago! There’s A Destructive Urge In People, The Urge To Rage, Murder And Kill. And Until All Of Humanity, Without Exception, Undergoes A Metamorphosis, Wars Will Continue To Be Waged, And Everything That Has Been Carefully Built Up, Cultivated And Grown Will Be Cut Down And Destroyed, Only To Start Allover Again!

We Aren't Allowed To Have Any Opinions. People Can Tell You To Keep Your Mouth Shut, But It Doesn't Stop You Having Your Own Opinion. Even If People Are Still Very Young, They Shouldn't Be Prevented From Saying What They Think.