How Can We Be Strangers If We

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

Reader, I Am Myself The Subject Of My Book; You Would Be Unreasonable To Spend Your Leisure On So Frivolous And So Vain A Matter.

A Man Has To Construct, Invent, His Freedom.

Children Were Strangers You Loved Because You Could Love. If They Gave Back Love When They Were Grown You Were Ahead Of The Game.

Nationality Isn't Soul.