What Is Death To Me? I Have

To The Questioning Glance Of Love, As It Flashes Out And Then Conceals Itself, Speech Has No Reply; The Smile, The Kiss, The Sigh Answer.

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.

I Can Concede That The Government Has No Knowledge Of The People, But I Believe The People Know Less Of The Government. There Are Useless Officials, Evil, If You Like, But There Are Also Good Ones, And These Are Not Able To Accomplish Anything Because They Encounter An Inert Mass, The Population That Takes Little Part In Matters That Concern Them.

I Wish To Show Those Who Deny Us Patriotism That We Know How To Die For Our Country And Convictions.

Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.