I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.
We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.
We ask only that the law shall work alike on all men.
When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.