Stop War? Impossible! There Is

I See Too Deep And Too Much.

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

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.

The Woman From The Depths Of Her Rags, A Waif, A Martyr — Smiled. She Must Have A Divine Heart To Be So Tired And Yet Smile.

I Believe That Around Us There Is Only One Word On All Sides, One Immense Word Which Reveals Our Solitude And Extinguishes Our Radiance: Nothing! I Believe That That Word Does Not Point To Our Insignificance Or Our Unhappiness, But On The Contrary To Our Fulfillment And Our Divinity, Since Everything Is In Ourselves.