Willing Is Not Enough, We Must Do.

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

It Is Not Always Needful For Truth To Take A Definite Shape; It Is Enough If It Hovers About Us Like A Spirit And Produces Harmony; If It Is Wafted Through The Air Like The Sound Of A Bell, Grave And Kindly.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.

If We Could Do Away With Death, We Wouldn't Object; To Do Away With Capital Punishment Will Be More Difficult. Were That To Happen, We Would Reinstate It From Time To Time.

I Can Promise To Be Upright, But Not To Be Without Bias. [ger., Aufrichtig Zu Sein Kann Ich Versprechen; Unparteiisch Zu Sein Aber Nicht.]