...it Is Easy Not To Believe In

Behind Every Glorious Facade There Is Always Hidden Something Ugly.

If Man Had More Of A Sense Of Humor, Things Might Have Turned Out Differently.

There Are Friends With Whom We Share Neither Interests Nor Any Particular Experiences, Friends With Whom We Never Correspond, Whom We Seldom Meet And Then Only By Chance, But Whose Existence Nonetheless Has For Us A Special If Uncanny Meaning. For Me The Eiffel Tower Is Just Such A Friend, And Not Merely Because It Happens To Be The Symbol Of A City, For Paris Leaves Me Neither Hot Nor Cold. I First Became Aware Of This Attachment Of Mine When Reading In The Paper About Plans For Its Demolition, The Mere Thought Of Which Filled Me With Alarm.

I Believe In No Final Solutions.

The Whole Plan Hinged Upon The Natural Curiosity Of Potatoes.