It is clever the way death reaps and gathers its harvests, but what somber harvests. Whole generations do not fall at once; that would be too sad, too visible. But bit by bit. The meadow is attacked on several sides at the same time. One day, one will go; the other, some time after; one must reflect, glance about oneself to notice the empty spaces, the vast contemporary killing.
Alphonse Daudet
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Poets are people who can still see the world through the eyes of children. Distrust the man who smiles before he speaks. Hatred is the anger of the weak.
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