The Final Test Of A Work Of

The Writer Must Not Invent. The Legend On The License Must Read: None Of This Was Made Up.

Events Are Less Important Than Our Responses To Them.

The Final Test Of A Work Of Art Is Not Whether It Has Beauty, But Whether It Has Power.

My Two Major Faults Are That I Row Too Long And Pick Up Too Many Women

At Exactly Fifteen Minutes Past Eight In The Morning, On August 6, 1945, Japanese Time, At The Moment When The Atomic Bomb Flashed Above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, A Clerk In The Personnel Department Of The East Asia Tin Works, Had Just Sat Down At Her Place In The Plant Office And Was Turning Her Head To Speak To The Girl At The Next Desk.