A Writer Doesn't Write For His Readers,

I Had Committed Myself: Without Love I'd Have To Go Through The Gestures Of Love.

You Don't Bless What You Love...it's When You Want To Love And You Can't Manage It. You Stretch Out Your Hands And You Say God Forgive Me That I Can't Love But Bless This Thing Anyway...we Have To Bless What We Hate...it Would Be Better To Love, But That's Not Always Possible.

Death Will Come In Any Case, And There Is A Long Afterwards If The Priests Are Right And Nothing To Fear If They Are Wrong.

It's A Good World If You Don't Weaken.

One Can't Love Humanity. One Can Only Love People.