If It Is True That Cowardice Is

Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing The Primus.

Remove The Document—and You Remove The Man.

Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling At Night By Train, I Wrote A Short Story. In The Town Where The Train Stopped, I Took The Story To The Publisher Of The Newspaper Who Published The Story.

Just Like A Murderer Jumps Of Nowhere In An Ally, Love Jumped Out In Front Of Us And Struck Us Both At Once

Cowardice Is The Greatest Sin.