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Love Is In The Eyes, And One Woman Knows When Another Woman Is In Love.

It Would Be A Fine Thing If War Could Be Conducted As A Game Where No Lives Were Lost. At The End Of A Battle Combatants Could Meet [...] And Drink And Talk.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

An Enemy Is Like A Man's Most Prized Flower. It Brings Him Joy To See It Buried In The Ground.