Art Is Uncompromising, And Life Is Full

I Had An Uncle Who Was A Postal Official At The Polish Post Office In Gdansk. He Was One Of The Defenders Of The Polish Postal Service And, After It Capitulated, Was Shot By The Germans Under The Provisions Of Martial Law. Suddenly He Was No Longer A Member Of The Family, And We Were No Longer Allowed To Play With His Children.

Lies That Do Not Hurt, Which Are Different From Lies That Protect Oneself Or Hurt Another Person. That Is Not My Business. But The Truth Is Mostly Very Boring, And You Can Help It Along With Lies. There Is No Harm In That.

When Satan's Not In The Mood, Virtue Triumphs. Hasn't Even Satan A Right Not To Be In The Mood Once In A While?

One Of The Mistakes The Germans Made ... Was That They Were Not Brave Enough To Be Afraid.

What Novel - Or What Else In The World - Can Have The Epic Scope Of A Photograph Album? May Our Father In Heaven, The Untiring Amateur Who Each Sunday Snaps Us From Above, At An Unfortunate Angle That Makes For Hideous Foreshortening, And Pastes Our Pictures, Properly Exposed Or Not, In His Album, Guide Me Safely Through This Album Of Mine.