My powerful words are the products of my mental nursery. If you  buy  them it's fine, if you don't buy  it's fine. Don't  go empty, at least take a  smile.

He tried not to think what he knew--that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

Written By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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