Most Men Are Essentially Dead By Thirty.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

To A Man Whose Mind Is Free There Is Something Even More Intolerable In The Sufferings Of Animals Than In The Sufferings Of Man. For With The Latter It Is At Least Admitted That Suffering Is Evil And That The Man Who Causes It Is A Criminal. But Thousands Of Animals Are Uselessly Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. If Any Man Were To Refer To It, He Would Be Thought Ridiculous. And That Is The Unpardonable Crime.

It Is Not Peace That I Seek, But Life.

I Find War Detestable But Those Who Praise It Without Participating In It Even More So.

Love Of My Country Does Not Demand That I Shall Hate And Slay Those Noble And Faithful Souls Who Also Love Theirs.