Two Armies At Death-grips — That Is

Let Everything Be Remade On Simple Lines. There Is Only One People, There Is Only One People!

Two Armies That Fight Each Other Is Like One Large Army That Commits Suicide.

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

All Lovers In The World Are Alike: They Fall In Love By Chance; They See Each Other, And Are Attached To Each Other By The Features Of Their Faces; They Illuminate Each Other By The Fierce Preference Which Is Akin To Madness; They Assert The Reality Of Illusions; And For A Moment They Change Falsehood Into Truth.

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