Close Your Eyes, All You See Is

Death Is The Next Step After The Pension-it's Perpetual Retirement Without Pay.

Who Would Prefer Peace To The Glory Of Hunger And Thirst, Of Wading Through Mud, And Dying In The Service Of One's Country?

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Those Who Weep Recover More Quickly Than Those Who Smile.