Omissions Are Not Accidents.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

We Call Them The Brave Who Likely Were Reluctant To Be Brave.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.