The Ends Never Justify The Means Because

The English Don't Go In For Imagination: Imagination Is Considered To Be Improper If Not Downright Alarmist.

The Only Way I Can Pay Back For What Fate And Society Have Handed Me Is To Try, In Minor Totally Useless Ways, To Make An Angry Sound Against Injustice.

[on Paris:] I Do Not Know Any City So Beautiful And You Can Be Unhappy There And Notice Your Unhappiness Less, Having The City To Look At.

After A Lifetime Of War-watching, I See War As An Endemic Human Disease, And Governments Are The Carriers.

Furthermore, They Were Constantly Informed By All The Camp Authorities That They Had Been Abandoned By The World: They Were Beggars And Lucky To Receive The Daily Soup Of Starvation.