The soul of a child is as complicated and full of contradictions as our soul is.
I am a butterfly drunk with life. I don't know where to soar, but I won't allow life to clip my beautiful wings.
Life bites like a dog.
I am well versed in reading the pages of war.
You will go on blundering, for only he who does nothing avoids errors.
Are decent people in positions of leadership eternally condemned to Calvary?