No One Knows He Is Fortunate Until

I Went Away And Cried To The Master Of The Universe, "what Have You Done To Me? A Mind Like This I Need For A Son? A Heart I Need For A Son, A Soul I Need For A Son, Compassion I Want From My Son, Righteousness, Mercy, Strength To Suffer And Carry Pain, That I Want From My Son, Not A Mind Without A Soul!"

Come, Let Us Have Some Tea And Continue To Talk About Happy Things.

There Is In My Work A Very Strong Religious Foreground And Background. In The Later Work Some Of That Tends To Diminish, But It's Certainly Present In The Early Work.

It Is Inconceivable To Me That A Million Or Three Million Or Half A Million Human Beings Will Think And Feel Precisely The Same Way On Any Single Subject.

I Don't Work On My Sabbath. I Write Five-and-a-half Or Six Days A Week.