I Hid Myself Within Myself

You Can Always Give Something, Even If It Is Only Kindness.

I Feel The Suffering Of Millions. And Yet, When I Look Up At The Sky, I Somehow Feel That Every-thing Will Change For The Better, That This Cruelty Too Shall End, That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Once More.

We Can't Control Our Destiny, But We Can Control Who We Become.

Paper Has More Patience Than People.

The Question Is Very Understandable, But No One Has Found A Satisfactory Answer To It So Far. Yes, Why Do They Make Still More Gigantic Planes, Still Heavier Bombs And, At The Same Time, Prefabricated Houses For Reconstruction? Why Should Millions Be Spent Daily On The War And Yet There's Not A Penny Available For Medical Services, Artists, Or For Poor People? Why Do Some People Have To Starve, While There Are Surpluses Rotting In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?