A good soldier has his heart and soul in it. When he receives an order, he gets a hard on, and when he drives his lance through his enemy’s guts, he comes.
What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
Love is the desire to give, not to receive, something. Love is the art of producing something with the other’s talents.
You may proclaim, good sirs, your fine philosophy But till you feed us, right and wrong can wait!
All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.
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.
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
Little changes are the enemies of great changes.
One can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.
For the task assigned them Men aren’t smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.
The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.
Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.
General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
What a miserable thing life is: you’re in clover; only the clover isn’t good enough.
Oh why do we not say the important things, it would be so easy, and we are damned because we do not.
With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace.
Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.