‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
‘There are endless self-congratulatory meetings about how peace was achieved. We are even trying to show the world how we did it. Are we also trying to show how the murderousness happened in the first place?’ 258
