People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

Stop War? Impossible! There Is No Cure For The World's Disease.

Whatever Our Ignorance Left To Itself, And Whatever The Wounds That Other Human Beings Are, We Ought To Study Ourselves With A Sort Of Devotion.

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

How I Waited For You! How I Longed For You! He Stammered. "i Thought Of You All The Time. I Saw You All The Time. Your Smile Was Everywhere." He Lowered His Voice And Added, "sometimes When People Were Talking Commonplaces And Your Name Happened To Be Mentioned, It Would Go Through My Heart Like An Electric Current.

It Was Suicide. Others Killed Themselves With Poison Or With A Revolver. I Killed Myself With Minutes And Hours.