The Spirit Of A Nation Is What

The Stage Play Is A Trial, Not A Deed Of Violence. The Soul Is Opened, Like The Combination Of A Safe, By Means Of A Word. You Don't Require An Acetylene Torch.

Everyone Always Dies For His Country. If You Have Lived In It, Well And Wisely And Actively, You Die For It Too.

All The Evil In The World Is The Fault Of The Self-styled Pure In Heart, A Result Of Their Eagerness To Unearth Secrets And Expose Them To The Light Of The Sun.

A Golf Course Is The Epitome Of All That Is Purely Transitory In The Universe, A Space Not To Dwell In, But To Get Over As Quickly As Possible.

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.