It Was Never Decreed That A God

One Must Live Well To Know What Living Is.

Of All The Works Of Man I Like Best Those Which Have Been Used. The Copper Pots With Their Dents And Flattened Edges The Knives And Forks Whose Wooden Handles Have Been Worn Away By Many Hands: Such Forms Seemed To Me The Noblest.

Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our Guest You Too Have Neither Home Nor Rest.

I Was Called Up In The War And Sent To A Hospital. I Dressed Wounds, Applied Iodine, Gave Enemas, Did Blood Transfusions. If The Doctor Ordered: "brecht, Amputate A Leg!", I Would Reply, "certainly, Your Excellency!", And Cut Off The Leg. If I Was Told, "perform A Trepanning!" I Opened The Man's Skull And Messed About With His Brains. I Saw How They Patched Fellows Up, So As To Cart Them Back To The Front As Quickly As They Could.

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