We Live In Stirring Times- Tea-stirring Times.

Staring And Staring Into The Mirror, It Sees Many Faces Within Its Face - The Face Of The Child, The Boy, The Young Man, The Not-so-young Man - All Present Still, Preserved Like Fossils On Superimposed Layers, And, Like Fossils, Dead. Their Message To This Live Dying Creature Is: Look At Us - We Have Died - What Is There To Be Afraid Of? It Answers Them: But That Happened So Gradually, So Easily. I'm Afraid Of Being Rushed.

Sometimes Awful Things Have Their Own Beauty.

I Must Honor Those Who Fight Of Their Own Free Will, He Said To Himself. And I Must Try To Imitate Their Courage By Following My Path As A Pacifist, Wherever It Takes Me.

The Quito Telephone Service Is About As Reliable As Roulette.

The Paternalist Is A Sentimentalist At Heart, And The Sentimentalist Is Always Potentially Cruel.