I Cannot Endure The Horror,

Man Has No Right To Kill His Brother. It Is No Excuse That He Does So In Uniform: He Only Adds The Infamy Of Servitude To The Crime Of Murder.

I Wield The Flail Of The Lashing Hail, And Whiten The Green Plains Under; And Then Again I Dissolve It In Rain, And Laugh As I Pass In Thunder.

Words Are But Holy As The Deeds They Cover.

Man Who Man Would Be, Must Rule The Empire Of Himself.

Ah, Woe Is Me! Winter Is Come And Gone. But Grief Returns With The Revolving Year.