I am not sure I would always fight for my
life.
Life might not be worth fighting for.
I am not sure I would always fight for my
wife.
A wife isn’t always worth fighting for.
Nor my children, nor my country, nor my fellow
men.
It all depends whether I found them worth fighting
for.
The only thing men invariably fight for
is their money. But I doubt if I’d fight for mine, anyhow, not
to
shed a lot of blood over
it.
Yet one thing I do fight for, tooth and nail, all the
time.
And that is my bit of inward peace, where I am at one with
myself.
And I must say, I am often worsted.