If The End Does Not

An Empty Man Is Full Of Himself.

It's All Still There In Heart And Soul. The Walk, The Hills, The Sky, The Solitary Pain And Pleasure-they Will Grow Larger, Sweeter, Lovelier In The Days And Years To Come.

There's Nothing So Obscene And Depressing As An American Christmas.

The Ideal Society Can Be Described, Quite Simply, As That In Which No Man Has The Power Of Means To Coerce Others.

War? The One War I'd Be Happy To Join Is The War Against Officers.