The Hardest Thing For Me Is The

So Long As One Is Able To Pose One Has Still Much To Learn About Suffering.

There Is No Support So Strong As The Strength That Enables One To Stand Alone.

It Is Lovely, When I Forget All Birthdays, Including My Own, To Find That Somebody Remembers Me.

Too Much Principle Is Often More Harmful Than Too Little.

When This Immediate Evil Power Has Been Defeated, We Shall Not Yet Have Won The Long Battle With The Elemental Barbarities. Another Hitler, It May Be An Invisible Adversary, Will Attempt, Again, And Yet Again, To Destroy Our Frail Civilization. Is It True, I Wonder, That The Only Way To Escape A War Is To Be In It? When One Is A Part Of An Actuality Does The Imagination Find A Release?