Everything Which Is Good In Me Should

Anger Is Like Ice, And Also Quick To Melt

Everywhere, Within Man And Without, There Is Devastation, Instability, Chaos, And Evidence Of Some Prolonged Rout.

It Is Quiet Here And Restful And The Air Is Delicious. There Are Gardens Everywhere And Police Spies Lie In The Bushes. There Are Nightingales In Every Garden, But Police Spies Only In Mine, I Think. They Sit Under My Windows In The Darkness Of The Night And Try To Get A Glimpse Of How I Spread Sedition In Russia.

The More A Human Creature Has Tasted Of Bitter Things The More It Hungers After The Sweet Things Of Life.

Let Us Not Search For The Guilty Ones Only Among Others, Let Us Speak The Bitter Truth: We Are All Guilty ... Each And Every One Of Us.