Life Must Go On; I Forget Just

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

One Things There's No Getting By, I've Been A Wicked Girl, Says I... But, If I Can't Be Sorry I Might As Well Be Glad !

Need We Say It Was Not Love, Now That Love Is Perished?

The Younger Generation Forms A Country Of Its Own. It Has No Geographical Boundaries. I've Talked With Young Hungarians In Budapest, With Young Italians In Rome, With Young Frenchmen In Paris, And With Young People All Over. ... These Young People Are Going To Do Things. They Are Going To Change Things.

We Think-although Of Course, Now, We Very Seldom Clearly Think- That The Other Side Of War Is Peace.