Most Of My Life I Have Needed

It Was Reasonable To Struggle, To Suffer, Perhaps Even To Die, For A More Just, A More Compassionate Society, But Not In A World With No Future Where, All To Soon, The Very Words "justice," "compassion," "society," "struggle," "evil," Would Be Unheard Echoes On An Empty Air.

What A Child Doesn't Receive He Can Seldom Later Give.

The Equally Is A Political Theory, But No A Practical Politics.

Of The Four Billion Life Forms Which Have Existed On This Planet, Three Billion, Nine Hundred And Sixty Million Are Now Extinct. We Don't Know Why. Some By Wanton Extinction, Some Through Natural Catastrophe, Some Destroyed By Meteorites And Asteroids. In The Light Of These Mass Extinctions It Really Does Seem Unreasonable To Suppose That Homo Sapiens Should Be Exempt. Our Species Will Have Been One Of The Shortest-lived Of All, A Mere Blink, You May Say, In The Eye Of Time.

The Tragedy Of Loss Is Not That We Grieve, But That We Cease To Grieve, And Then Perhaps The Dead Are Dead At Last.