But What Can You Say

Literature That Is Not The Breath Of Contemporary Society, That Dares Not Transmit The Pains And Fears Of That Society . . . Loses The Confidence Of Its Own People, And Its Published Works Are Used As Wastepaper Instead Of Being Read.

If You Live In A Graveyard, You Can't Weep For Everyone.

When I Was Young, The Early Death Of My Father Cast A Shadow Over Me - And I Was Afraid To Die Before All My Literary Plans Came True. But Between 30 And 40 Years Of Age My Attitude To Death Became Quite Calm And Balanced. I Feel It Is A Natural, But No Means The Final, Milestone Of One's Existence.

Whenever The Tissue Of Life Is Woven Of Legalistic Relationships, This Creates An Atmosphere Of Spiritual Mediocrity That Paralyzes A Person's Noblest Impulses.

One Can Build The Empire State Building, Discipline The Prussian Army, Make A State Hierarchy Mightier Than God, Yet Fail To Overcome The Unaccountable Superiority Of Certain Human Beings.