Stop War? Impossible! There Is No Cure

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

Two Armies At Death-grips — That Is One Great Army Committing Suicide.

There Is No Hell, No Inferno Except The Frenzy Of Living.

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.

All Lovers In The World Are Alike: They Fall In Love By Chance; They See Each Other, And Are Attached To Each Other By The Features Of Their Faces; They Illuminate Each Other By The Fierce Preference Which Is Akin To Madness; They Assert The Reality Of Illusions; And For A Moment They Change Falsehood Into Truth.