Stop War? Impossible! There Is

There Is No Hell, No Inferno Except The Frenzy Of Living.

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

I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering. My Heart Has No Pity On Me.

We Have The Divinity Of Our Great Misery. And Our Solitude, With Its Toilsome Ideas, Tears And Laughter, Is Fatally Divine.

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.