Wars Come And Wars Go But The

The World Hid Its Head In The Sands Of Convention, So That By Seeing Nothing It Might Avoid Truth.

Wars Come And Wars Go But The World Does Not Change: It Will Always Forget An Indebtedness Which It Thinks It Expedient Not To Remember.

It Is Bad For The Soul To Know Itself A Coward, It Is Apt To Take Refuge In Mere Wordy Violence.

Life's Not All Beer And Skittles

You're Neither Unnatural, Nor Abominable, Nor Mad; You're As Much A Part Of What People Call Nature As Anyone Else; Only You're Unexplained As Yet -- You've Not Got Your Niche In Creation. ~ The Well Of Loneliness, 1928