Some People Make It Hard

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

To Think About And Prepare For War Is Boring, Boring For Everyone. It's Being Locked In Barracks.

If Only Art Were As Rare As Good Taste.

Our Shadows Are Taller Than Ourselves.

Perhaps A Reign Of Powerful Women Is Necessary To Make, Or Unmake When Need Be, Powerful Men. Women Would Not Waste So Readily And Uselessly The Lives They Had Such Care And Pain In Bearing. Why Should They Submit To The Massacre Of The Innocent, One Generation After Another ... And Allow Them To Be Brought Up As Live-stock For The Inevitable Killing?