A Free Press Can, Of Course, Be

Death Means Nothing To Men Like Me. It's The Event That Proves Them Right.

At Any Street Corner The Feeling Of Absurdity Can Strike Any Man In The Face.

When I See A New Face, Something Sets Off An Alarm Bell Inside Me. 'slow Down! Danger!' Even When The Attraction Is Strongest, I Am On My Guard.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.

There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving. All Of Us, Today, Are Dying Of This Misfortune. For Violence And Hatred Dry Up The Heart Itself; The Long Fight For Justice Exhausts The Love That Nevertheless Gave Birth To It.