War Is Not An Adventure. It Is

Only He Can Understand What A Farm Is, What A Country Is, Who Shall Have Sacrificed Part Of Himself To His Farm Or Country, Fought To Save It, Struggled To Make It Beautiful. Only Then Will The Love Of Farm Or Country Fill His Heart.

And Now Here Is My Secret, A Very Simple Secret; It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly, What Is Essential Is Invisible To The Eye.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born. It Would Be A Bit Too Easy If We Could Go About Borrowing Ready-made Souls.

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.