Hate Is The Father Of All Evil.

I Make Little Distinction Between Those Who Commit Evil And Those Who Stand By And Do Nothing.

I Don't Know Yet Whether I Fully Believe In Fate, But Certain Things Do Happen In A Man's Life That He Cannot Explain.

They Dont Understand What Real Treasure Is. They See It In Gold And Copper, And Tin. They See In Herds Of Horses Or Cattle. They Gather Treasures To Themselves, Building Great Storehouses, Which They Guard Ferociously. Then They Die. What Good Is It Then?

War. What Was It About The Prospect Of Some Bloody Enterprises That Reduced Men To The Level Of Animals?

All Men Have Talents. Some Build, Some Paint, Some Write, Some Fight. For Me It Is Different.