A Storm Breaks Trees. It Only Bends

As The Fathers Live, So The Children Play.

We Are So Attached To The Earth, And Yet We Are Incapable Of Holding Onto It.

Nowadays We Don't Think Much Of A Man's Love For An Animal; We Laugh At People Who Are Attached To Cats. But If We Stop Loving Animals, Aren't We Bound To Stop Loving Humans Too?

When I Was Young, The Early Death Of My Father Cast A Shadow Over Me - And I Was Afraid To Die Before All My Literary Plans Came True. But Between 30 And 40 Years Of Age My Attitude To Death Became Quite Calm And Balanced. I Feel It Is A Natural, But No Means The Final, Milestone Of One's Existence.

A Whole Week, A Single Campaign, A Month, A Week, Even A Day Was Far More Than Enough To Cut A Company Or Platoon To Ribbons Or Cripple A Man For Life: It Needed Only A Quarter Of An Hour.