When I Meet A New Person, I

A Gang Is The Same As A Wolf Pack; Gang Members Do Not Use Their Energies In Friendship With One Another, For They Do Not Know What Friendship Is. If They Are United, It Is By The Common Bond Of A Desire To Attack Their World.

To Strip A Man Of All Loyalties But Those To The State, Makes Him Not Only A Worm But A Monster, Without A Shred Of Humanity.

All Poets And Story Tellers Alive Today Make A Single Brotherhood; They Are Engaged In A Single Work, Picturing Our Human Life. Whoever Pictures Life As He Sees It, Reassembles In His Own Way The Details Of Existence Which Affect Him Deeply, And So Creates A Spiritual World Of His Own.

The Most Frightening Pages Of History Are Those Which Reveal How Easily Conditions Making A Desert Of The Human Spirit May Come Into Existence, With The Oozings Away Of Incentive And Kindliness In Our Natural Social Structure.

The Moment One Accosts A Stranger Or Is Accosted By Him Is Above All In This Life The Moment Of Drama... Whoever We Meet Watches Us Intently At The Quick, Strange Moment Of Meeting, To See Whether We Are Disposed To Be Friendly.