Do Not Complain Of Life's Unfairness. It

Win Or Lose, We Achieve Nothing In The World That We Understand [...]' 'but Then The World Does Not Matter.' 'indeed It Does Not [...] It Is Good To Understand That.

Love Is For Fools. It Is A Surging Of Blood In The Loins ... There Is No Mystery, And No Magic. Find Someone Else, My Boy.

'do Not Expect Help.' 'one Should Always Hope.' 'then Hope For A Handsome Savage With Kindly Ways.'

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

When Your Life Has Been Spent In One War After Another For Forty-five Years, You Have To Be Pretty Handy To Survive.