I Came Out Of The Soviet Union

Nothing Whatever But The Constitutional Law, The Political Structure, Of These United States Protects Any American From Arbitrary Seizure Of His Property And His Person, From The Gestapo And The Storm Troops, From The Concentration Camp, The Torture Chamber, The Revolver At The Back Of His Neck In A Cellar.

All Men Are Brothers And Each Man Is Free.

Making The Best Of Things Is A Damn Poor Way Of Dealing With Them. My Life Has Been A Series Of Escapes From That Quicksand.

No One In A Group Of Three Is The Same Person He (she, It) Is In A Group Of Two. No More Than He Is The Same In A Group Of Two As He Is Alone.

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.