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Is Anything Sadder Than A Trainthat Leaves When It's Supposed To,that Has Only One Voice,only One Route?there's Nothing Sadder.except Perhaps A Cart Horse,shut Between Two Shaftsand Unable Even To Look Sideways.

My Number Is 174517; We Have Been Baptized, We Will Carry The Tattoo On Our Left Arm Until We Die.

If You And Your Child Were Going To Be Killed Tomorrow, Would You Not Give Him To Eat Today?

A Country Is Considered The More Civilised The More The Wisdom And Efficiency Of Its Laws Hinder A Weak Man From Becoming Too Weak And A Powerful One Too Powerful.

We Will Not Return No One Must Leave Here And So Carry To The World, Together With The Sign Impressed On His Skin, The Evil Tidings Of What Man's Presumption Made Of Man In Auschwitz