Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.