I Have Lived A Great Deal Among

Peace Dies When The Framework Is Ripped Apart. When There Is No Longer A Place That Is Yours In The World. When You Know No Longer Where Your Friend Is To Be Found.

The Injustice Of Defeat Lies In The Fact That Its Most Innocent Victims Are Made To Look Like Heartless Accomplices. It Is Impossible To See Behind Defeat, The Sacrifices, The Austere Performance Of Duty, The Self-discipline And The Vigilance That Are There - Those Things The God Of Battle Does Not Take Account Of.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time. Get Into A Fist Fight, Put Your Mind On The Strategy Of The Fight, And You Will Not Feel The Other Fellow's Punches.

"what Place Would You Advise Me To Visit Now?" He Asked. "the Planet Earth," Replied The Geographer. "it Has A Good Reputation."

A Man's Age Is Something Impressive, It Sums Up His Life: Maturity Reached Slowly And Against Many Obstacles, Illnesses Cured, Griefs And Despairs Overcome, And Unconscious Risks Taken; Maturity Formed Through So Many Desires, Hopes, Regrets, Forgotten Things, Loves. A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experience And Memories.