“There are no friends now; the world is a great field of battle, — each man fights the other. There is no peace, — none anywhere! The wind fights with the forests; you can hear them slashing and slaying all night long — when it is night — the long, long night! The sun fights with the sky, the light with the dark, and life with death. It is all a bitter quarrel; none are satisfied, none shall know friendship anymore, it is too late! We cannot be friends!”