We'd Forgive Most Things If We Knew

Human Nature Is Not Black And White But Black And Grey.

We Can Love With Our Minds, But Can We Love Only With Our Minds? Love Extends Itself All The Time, So That We Can Love Even With Our Senseless Nails: We Love Even With Our Clothes, So That A Sleeve Can Feel A Sleeve.

That Instinct For Human Character That Is Perhaps Inherent In An Imaginative Writer.

Would The World Be In The Mess It Is If We Were Loyal To Love And Not To Countries?

Thought's A Luxury. Do You Think The Peasant Sits And Thinks Of God And Democracy When He Gets Inside His Mud Hut At Night?