Oh God, If You Want Women To

The Brave Men Die In War. It Takes Great Luck Or Judgment Not To Be Killed. Once‚ At Least‚ The Head Has To Bow And The Knee Has To Bend To Danger. The Soldiers Who March Back Under The Triumphal Arches Are Death's Deserters.

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.

Since I Love You, My Loneliness Begins To Throw You.

Government Defines The Physical Aspects Of Man By Means Of The Printed Form, So That For Every Man In The Flesh There Is An Exactly Corresponding Man On Paper.

Little By Little, The Pimps Have Taken Over The World. They Don't Do Anything, They Don't Make Anything - They Just Stand There And Take Their Cut.