Oh Lord! Open The Doors Of Night

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act.

War Can Only Be Qualified By Its Object, And There Is Neither Foreign War Nor Civil War, There Is Only Just Or Unjust War.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

In Short, I Am Doing What I Can, I Suffer With The Same Universal Suffering, And I Try To Assuage It, I Possess Only The Puny Forces Of A Man, And I Cry To All: “help Me!

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.