In War-time A Man Is

Half The Human Race Can Change Its Name And Sometimes Its Nation Without Suffering — At Least Half! All Women!

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

Born Enemies Don't Fight. Nations You Would Say Were Designed To Go To War Against Each Other By Their Skins, Their Language, Their Smell; Always Jealous Of Each Other, Always Hating Each Other; They're Not The Ones Who Fight. You Will Find The Real Antagonists In Nations Fate Has Groomed And Made Ready For The Same War.

Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.

To Seek Out In A World Full Of Joy The One Thing That Is Certain To Give You Pain, And Hug It To Your Bosom With All Your Strength; That's The Greatest Human Happiness.