To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

Kill One Man, And You Are Murderer.

When I Was Young I Pitied The Old. Now Old, It Is The Young I Pity.

God, That Checkroom Of Our Dreams.

Kill One Man, And You Are A Murderer. Kill Millions Of Men, And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Them All, And You Are A God.

To Say Of Men That They Are Bad Is To Say They Are Worse Than We Think We Are, Or Worse Than The Ideal Man Whose Image We Have Built Up On The Basis Of A Certain Few.