Attitude Is A Paintbrush. It Colors Everything!

You Know...my Flower...i'm Responsible For Her. And She's So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World.

Only The Unknown Frightens Men. But Once A Man Has Faced The Unknown, That Terror Becomes The Known.

I Know But One Freedom And That Is The Freedom Of The Mind.

War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

The Tender Friendships One Gives Up, On Parting, Leave Their Bite On The Heart, But Also A Curious Feeling Of A Treasure Somewhere Buried.