...it Is Simplicity That Is Difficult To

If You Join The Rat Race — You're In The Race Of Rats.

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

For Once You Must Try Not To Shirk The Facts: Mankind Is Kept Alive By Bestial Acts.

Love Is The Desire To Give, Not To Receive, Something. Love Is The Art Of Producing Something With The Other's Talents.

Don't Be Afraid Of Death So Much As An Inadequate Life.