I Am Still Under The Impression That

Once Admit That We Have The Right To Inflict Unnecessary Suffering And You Destroy The Very Basis Of Human Society.

If You Do Not Think About The Future, You Cannot Have One.

Only Out Of Stir And Change Is Born New Salvation. To Deny That Is To Deny Belief In Man, To Turn Our Backs On Courage!

Love Is Not A Hot-house Flower, But A Wild Plant, Born Of A Wet Night, Born Of An Hour Of Sunshine; Sprung From Wild Seed, Blown Along The Road By A Wild Wind. A Wild Plant That, When It Blooms By Chance Within The Hedge Of Our Gardens, We Call A Flower; And When It Blooms Outside We Call A Weed; But, Flower Or Weed, Whose Scent And Colour Are Always, Wild!

Matters Change And Morals Change; Men Remain.