It Is Not The Armed Forces Which

We All Run On Two Clocks. One Is The Outside Clock, Which Ticks Away Our Decades And Brings Us Ceaselessly To The Dry Season. The Other Is The Inside Clock, Where You Are Your Own Timekeeper And Determine Your Own Chronology, Your Own Internal Weather And Your Own Rate Of Living. Sometimes The Inner Clock Runs Itself Out Long Before The Outer One, And You See A Dead Man Going Through The Motions Of Living.

You May Call For Peace As Loudly As You Wish, But Where There Is No Brotherhood There Can In The End Be No Peace.

Principles-and I Have In Mind Such Principles As States' Rights Or National Sovereignty Or The Free Market Or Pacifism-have A Way Of Drying Up While The Sap Of Life Goes Flowing In Another Direction.

The So-called Lessons Of History Are For The Most Part The Rationalizations Of The Victors. History Is Written By The Survivors.

We Demand Of Our Political Life Greater Certainty And Greater Perfection Than We Demand Of Our Personal Life.