Men Who Have Reached And Passed Forty-five,

Glorious Bouquets And Storms Of Applause Are The Trimmings Which Every Artist Naturally Enjoys.

The Dog That Trots About Finds A Bone.

There Is Only One Thing I Hope To See Before I Die, And That Is That My People Should Not Need Expressions Of Sympathy Anymore.

It Is A Dreadful Thing To See The Dead City. Next To The Port I Found Children, Women, The Old, Waiting For A Way To Leave. I Entered The Houses, There Were Houses Where The Coffee And Pita Bread Were Left On The Table, And I Could Not Avoid [thinking] That This, Indeed, Had Been The Picture In Many Jewish Towns [i.e., In Europe, During World War Ii].

It Is Not A Sin To Be Seventy But It Is Also No Joke.