After Another Moment's Silence She Mumbled That

But - I Cannot Make A Choice. I Have My Own Sorrow, But I Suffer With Him, Too; I Share His Pain. I Understand All - That Is My Trouble.

We Are Rebels For A Cause, Poets With A Dream , And We Won't Let This World Die Without A Fight.

Everything Is True, And Nothing Is True!

To Understand One's World, One Must Sometimes Turn Away From It! To Serve Better, One Must Briefly Hold It At A Distance. Where Can The Necessary Solitude Be Found, The Long Breathing Space In Which Mind Gathers Its Strength And Takes Stock Of Its Courage.

To Feel Absolutely Right Is The Beginning Of The End.