To Delight In War Is A Merit

When Men And Women Agree, It Is Only In Their Conclusions; Their Reasons Are Always Different.

To Call War The Soil Of Courage And Virtue Is Like Calling Debauchery The Soil Of Love.

The Dreamer Can Know No Truth, Not Even About His Dream, Except By Awaking Out Of It.

I Have No Axe To Grind; Only My Thoughts To Burnish.

The Habit Of Looking For Beauty In Everything Makes Us Notice The Shortcomings Of Things, Our Sense, Hungry For Complete Satisfaction, Misses The Perfection It Demands.