I Do Not Believe That We Can

All Poets And Story Tellers Alive Today Make A Single Brotherhood; They Are Engaged In A Single Work, Picturing Our Human Life. Whoever Pictures Life As He Sees It, Reassembles In His Own Way The Details Of Existence Which Affect Him Deeply, And So Creates A Spiritual World Of His Own.

I Am No Theologian. I Am A Layman. I Am Among Those Who Are Preached To, And Who Listen. It Is Not For Me To Preach. I Should Not Willingly Forego Being A Listener, A Man Who Reads The Gospels And Then Listens To What Others Say That Our Lord Meant. But Sometimes A Listener Speaks Out, And Listens To His Own Voice.

The Moment One Accosts A Stranger Or Is Accosted By Him Is Above All In This Life The Moment Of Drama... Whoever We Meet Watches Us Intently At The Quick, Strange Moment Of Meeting, To See Whether We Are Disposed To Be Friendly.

In Youth The Human Body Drew Me And Was The Object Of My Secret And Natural Dreams. But Body After Body Has Taken Away From Me That Sensual Phosphorescence Which My Youth Delighted In.

To Strip A Man Of All Loyalties But Those To The State, Makes Him Not Only A Worm But A Monster, Without A Shred Of Humanity.