We Have In My Country

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

Ithink Isaid'all Menare Jews Excepttheydon't Know It.'i Doubt I Expected Anyone To Take The Statement Literally. But I Think It's An Understandable Statement And A Metaphoric Way Of Indicating How History, Sooner Or Later, Treats All Men.

There Are No Wrong Books. What's Wrong Is The Fear Of Them.

... We Are All Terribly Alone No Matter What People Say.

A Writer Is A Spectator, Looking At Everything With A Highly Critical Eye.