Sometimes It's More Important To Be Human,

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

The Fanatics For Progress Often Have Too Little Appreciation Of The Existing.

If Art Reflects Life, It Does So With Special Mirrors.

Their Peace And Their War Are Like Wind And Storm. War Grows From Their Peace.

Art Is Not A Mirror. Art Is A Hammer.