You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

The Finest Plans Are Always Ruined By The Littleness Of Those Who Ought To Carry Them Out, For Emperor Himself Can Actually Be Nothing.

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

The Righteous One Has No Sense Of Humor.

Who Fights May Lose, But Who Does Not Fight Has Lost Already.

A Man Who Sees Another Man On The Street Corner With Only A Stump For An Arm Will Be So Shocked The First Time He'll Give Him Sixpence. But The Second Time It'll Only Be A Three Penny Bit. And If He Sees Him A Third Time, He'll Have Him Cold-bloodedly Handed Over To The Police.