I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.
What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
For who can stop the heart from breaking?