The Dictator Is Also The Scapegoat; In

Understanding Is Often A Prelude To Forgiveness, But They Are Not The Same, And We Often Forgive What We Cannot Understand (seeing Nothing Else To Do) And Understand What We Cannot Pardon.

The Passion For Fact In A Raw State Is A Peculiarity Of The Novelist.

Every Age Has A Keyhole To Which Its Eye Is Pasted. Spicy Court-memoirs, The Lives Of Gallant Ladies, Recollections Of An Ex-nun, A Monk's Confession, An Atheist's Repentance, True-to-life Accounts Of Prostitution And Bastardy Gave Our Ancestors A Penny Peep Into The Forbidden Room.

The Strongest Argument For The Un-materialistic Character Of American Life Is The Fact That We Tolerate Conditions That Are, From A Materialistic Point Of View, Intolerable. ... No Nation With Any Sense Of Material Well-being Would Endure The Food We Eat, The Cramped Apartments We Live In, The Noise, The Traffic, The Crowded Subways And Buses. American Life, In Large Cities, At Any Rate, Is A Perpetual Assault On The Senses And The Nerves.

We Are The Hero Of Our Own Story.