Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.

Philosophy should always know that indifference is a militant thing. It batters down the walls of cities and murders the women and children amid the flames and the purloining of altar vessels. When it goes away it leaves smoking ruins, where lie citizens bayonetted through the throat. It is not a children's pastime like mere highway robbery.

The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.

When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples.

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.

There were many who went in huddled procession,They knew not wither,But, at any rate, success or calamityWould attend all in equality.There was one who sought a new road,He went into direful thickets,And ultimately he died thus, alone;But they said he had courage.

A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.