Truth Seldom Is Pleasant; It

It Is Not Our Level Of Prosperity That Makes For Happiness But The Kinship Of Heart To Heart And The Way We Look At The World. Both Attitudes Lie Within Our Power, So That A Man Is Happy So Long As He Chooses To Be Happy, And No One Can Stop Him.

I Am Of Course Confident That I Will Fulfill My Tasks As A Writer In All Circumstances - From My Grave Even More Successfully And More Irrefutably Than In My Lifetime.

Macbeth's Self-justifications Were Feeble - And His Conscience Devoured Him. Yes, Even Iago Was A Little Lamb Too. The Imagination And The Spiritual Strength Of Shakespeare's Evildoers Stopped Short At A Dozen Corpses. Because They Had No Ideology.

We Will Die, But Art Will Remain.

Who Will Dare Say He Has Defined Art?