When One Has Got To Make Correct

I Have A Voice, Too, And For Good Or Evil Mine Is The Speech That Cannot Be Silenced

There Is Never Enough Time To Say Our Last Word-the Last Word Of Our Love, Of Our Desire, Faith, Remorse, Submission, Revolt.

I Take It That What All Men Are Really After Is Some Form Or Perhaps Only Some Formula Of Peace.

A Man That Is Born Falls Into A Dream Like A Man Who Falls Into The Sea. If He Tries To Climb Out Into The Air As Inexperienced People Endeavor To Do, He Drowns.

In Plucking The Fruit Of Memory One Runs The Risk Of Spoiling Its Bloom, Especially If It Has Got To Be Carried Into The Market.