Let Everything Be Remade On

Two Armies That Fight Each Other Is Like One Large Army That Commits Suicide.

Stop War? Impossible! There Is No Cure For The World's Disease.

I Am More Sensitive Than Other People. Things That Other People Would Not Notice Awaken A Distinct Echo In Me, And In Such Moments Of Lucidity, When I Look At Myself, I See That I Am Alone, All Alone, All Alone.

Let Everything Be Remade On Simple Lines. There Is Only One People, There Is Only One People!

I Believe That Around Us There Is Only One Word On All Sides, One Immense Word Which Reveals Our Solitude And Extinguishes Our Radiance: Nothing! I Believe That That Word Does Not Point To Our Insignificance Or Our Unhappiness, But On The Contrary To Our Fulfillment And Our Divinity, Since Everything Is In Ourselves.