Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world

We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate... Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dead heroes left stiff and stark on the battlefield escape.

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.