Glory - Once Achieved, What Is It

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

Whenever I Happen To Be In A City Of Any Size, I Marvel That Riots Do Not Break Out Everyday: Massacres, Unspeakable Carnage, A Doomsday Chaos. How Can So Many Human Beings Coexist In A Space So Confined Without Hating Each Other To Death?

No One Can Enjoy Freedom Without Trembling.

The Limit Of Every Pain Is An Even Greater Pain.

A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.