The Fate Of Man Is Man.

Unhappy The Land That Is In Need Of Heroes.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

He Who Speaks Of Enemies , Himself Is The Enemy.

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

General, Your Tank Is A Powerful Vehicle It Smashes Down Forests And Crushes A Hundred Men. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Driver. General, Your Bomber Is Powerful. It Flies Faster Than A Storm And Carries More Than An Elephant. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Mechanic. General, Man Is Very Useful. He Can Fly And He Can Kill. But He Has One Defect: He Can Think.