The Weak Die Out And The Strong

You Can Always-always-give Something, Even If It's A Simple Act Of Kindness! If Everyone Were To Give In This Way And Didn't Scrimp On Kindly Words, There Would Be Much More Love And Justice In The World!

If I'm Engrossed In A Book, I Have To Rearrange My Thoughts Before I Can Mingle With Other People, Because Otherwise They Might Think I Was Strange.

Looking Back, I Realize That This Period Of My Life Has Irrevocably Come To A Close; My Happy-go-lucky, Carefree Schooldays Are Gone Forever. I Don't Even Miss Them. I've Outgrown Them. I Can No Longer Just Kid Around, Since My Serious Side Is Always There.

Don’t Believe The War Is Simply The Work Of Politicians And Capitalists. Oh No, The Common Man Is Every Bit As Guilty; Otherwise, People And Nations Would Have Re- Belled Long Ago! There’s A Destructive Urge In People, The Urge To Rage, Murder And Kill. And Until All Of Humanity, Without Exception, Undergoes A Metamorphosis, Wars Will Continue To Be Waged, And Everything That Has Been Carefully Built Up, Cultivated And Grown Will Be Cut Down And Destroyed, Only To Start Allover Again!

Deep Down I Know I Could Never Be That Innocent Again, However Much I'd Like To Be.