Don't Mix Wine And Women.

I Thought Of How Many Places There Are In The World That Belong In This Way To Someone, Who Has It In His Blood Beyond Anyone Else's Understanding.

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.

The Man Of Action Is Not The Headstrong Fool Who Rushes Into Danger With No Thought For Himself, But The Man Who Puts Into Practice The Things He Knows.

To Choose A Hardship For Ourselves Is Our Only Defense Against That Hardship. This Is What Is Meant By Accepting Suffering. Those Who, By Their Very Nature, Can Suffer Completely, Utterly, Have An Advantage. That Is How We Can Disarm The Power Of Suffering, Make It Our Own Creation, Our Own Choice; Submit To It. A Justification For Suicide.

Now That I've Seen What War Is, What Civil War Is, I Know That Everybody, If One Day It Should End, Ought To Ask Himself: "and What Shall We Make Of The Fallen? Why Are They Dead?" I Wouldn't Know What To Say. Not Now, At Any Rate. Nor Does It Seem To Me That The Others Know. Perhaps Only Dead Know, And Only For Them Is The War Really Over.