Poverty and War have no excuse.

Apart from Love, which is not a human emotion, of all the rest my last words would best read: It's all for the experience.

A cure for War? Furiously spending the same daily amount of money toward making friends. Being an indispensable source of food, shelter, peace, and cultural support dedicatedly spending 9 billion dollars a month on helping people would be a formidable enemy of evil.

The greatest justice in life is to be who one is.

Money is only a human invention. I get paid for my work, it's a system of trade, but it's not my purpose and reason for living.

Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

Each character is an allegory for every aspect of human existence.