All Men Are Brothers And Each Man

I Came Out Of The Soviet Union No Longer A Communist, Because I Believed In Personal Freedom.

I Somehow Always Have This Idea That As Soon As I Can Get Through This Work That's Piled Up Ahead Of Me, I'll Really Write A Beautiful Thing. But I Never Do. I Always Have The Idea That Someday, Somehow, I'll Be Living A Beautiful Life.

Life Is A Thin Narrowness Of Taken-for-granted, A Plank Over A Canyon In A Fog.

All Men Are Brothers And Each Man Is Free.

I So Much Like Real Things - The Realities That Come Naturally From The Depths Of Us Like - What Shall I Say? - The Way Trees Grow, From Some Inner Essential Principle Of Them, Just Expressing Itself.