War Is Not Only A

We Live In The Present, We Dream Of The Future And We Learn Eternal Truths From The Past.

Mao Is A Sometime Yin Sometime Yang Strange Man, He Has A Soft-as-cotton Outer Layer, But At The Same Time Has Sharp Needles Hiding Inside... I Do Not Think He Could Achieve Anything, At The End He Will Be Crushed Inside My Palm.

The Sky Cannot Have Two Suns.

We Become What We Do.

The Japanese Are A Disease Of The Skin. The Communists Are A Disease Of The Heart.