The More I Accuse Myself, The More

The Myth Of Unlimited Production Brings War In Its Train As Inevitably As Clouds Announce A Storm.

What Is Human In Me Is Not What Is Best In Me. What Is Human In Me Is That I Desire, And To Obtain What I Desire, I Believe I Would Crush Anything That Stood In My Way.

You Have To Be Very Rich Or Very Poor To Live Without A Trade.

We Don't Have The Time To Completely Be Ourselves. We Only Have The Room To Be Happy.

Believe Me, For Certain Men At Least, Not Taking What One Doesn't Desire Is The Hardest Thing In The World.