If You Make Your Heart

Let Me Explain Something To You. Look Around Here. How Many People Do You Count? Sixty, Eighty, Eighty People? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists From Everywhere. Eating, Drinking, Talking, Laughing. And From Bombay - Indians And Iranians And Afghans And Arabs And Africans. But How Many Of These People Have Real Power, Real Destiny, Real Dynamic For Their Place, And Their Time, And The Lives Of Thousand Of People? I Will Tell You - Four. Four People In This Room With Power, And The Rest Are Like The Rest Of The People Everywhere: Powerless, Sleepers In The Dream.

Every Virtuous Act Has Some Dark Secret In Its Heart; Every Risk We Take Contains A Mystery That Can’t Be Solved.

You Can Never Tell What People Have Inside Them Until You Start Taking It Away, One Hope At A Time

There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

There Is No Man, And No Place, Without War. The Only Thing We Can Do Is Choose A Side, And Fight. That Is The Only Choice We Get - Who We Fight For, Who We Fight Against. That Is Life.