Every Civilization Finds It Necessary To Negotiate

My Dear, Old Age Is Like An Airplane Flying In A Storm. Once You're In It There's Nothing You Can Do. You Can't Stop A Plane, You Can't Stop A Storm, You Can't Stop Time. So You Might As Well Take It Easy, With Wisdom.

Ability Hits The Mark Where Presumption Overshoots And Diffidence Falls Short.

We Do Not Rejoice In Victories. We Rejoice When A New Kind Of Cotton Is Grown And When Strawberries Bloom In Israel.

From Russia I Didn't Bring Out A Single Happy Memory, Only Sad, Tragic Ones. The Nightmare Of Pogroms, The Brutality Of Cossacks Charging Young Socialists, Fear, Shrieks Of Terror.

If We Have To Have A Choice Between Being Dead And Pitied, And Being Alive With A Bad Image, We'd Rather Be Alive And Have The Bad Image.