That Instinct For Human Character That Is

...every Monologue Sooner Or Later Becomes A Discussion.

Hope Was An Instinct Only The Reasoning Human Mind Could Kill. An Animal Never Knew Despair.

I Have Never Understood Why People Who Can Swallow The Enormous Improbability Of A Personal God Boggle At A Personal Devil.

Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain We're All Happily Individual. But What Can One Write About Happiness?

Men Have Prayed In Prison, Men Have Prayed In Slums And Concentration Camps. It's Only The Middle Class Who Demand To Pray In Suitable Surroundings.