I Followed The War Wherever I Could

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

Why Do People Talk Of The Horrors Of Old Age? It's Great. I Feel Like A Fine Old Car With The Parts Gradually Wearing Out, But I'm Not Complaining,... Those Who Find Growing Old Terrible Are People Who Haven't Done What They Wanted With Their Lives.

The Ends Never Justify The Means Because It Never Ends.

Dachau Has Been My Own Lifelong Point Of No Return. Between The Moment When I Walked Through The Gate Of That Prison, With Its Infamous Motto, 'arbeit Macht Frei,' And When I Walked Out At The End Of A Day That Had No Ordinary Scale Of Hours, I Was Changed, And How I Looked At The Human Condition, The World We Live In, Changed ... Years Of War Had Taught Me A Great Deal, But War Was Nothing Like Dachau. Compared To Dachau, War Was Clean.

The World's Fat Is Badly Divided.