When The Rich Wage War, It's The

Criticism Often Takes From The Tree Caterpillars And Blossoms Together.

It Was Odd, He Thought, That A Man Could Hate Himself As Though He Were Someone Else.

Three O'clock Is Always Too Late Or Too Early For Anything You Want To Do.

Nicias, Do You Think You Can Erase With Good Deeds The Wrongs You Committed Against Your Mother? What Good Deed Will Ever Reach Her? Her Soul Is A Scorching Noon Time, Without A Single Breath Of A Breeze, Nothing Moves, Nothing Changes, Nothing Lives There; A Great Emaciated Sun, An Immobile Sun Eternally Consumes Her.

Once We Know And Are Aware, We Are Responsible For Our Action And Our Inaction. We Can Do Something About It Or Ignore It. Either Way, We Are Still Responsible.