Sadness Flies On The Wings

One Of The Privileges Of The Great Is To Witness Catastrophes From A Terrace.

Faithful Women Are All Alike, They Think Only Of Their Fidelity, Never Of Their Husbands.

Water Is The One Substance From Which The Earth Can Conceal Nothing; It Sucks Out Its Innermost Secrets And Brings Them To Our Very Lips.

Everyone, When There's War In The Air, Learns To Live In A New Element: Falsehood.

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.