Nationality Isn't Soul.

Writing Is A Mode Of Being. If I Write I Live.

... It's Possible To Let Love Fly By Like A Cloud In A Windy Sky If One Is Too Timid, Or Perhaps Unable To Believe He Is Entitled To Good Fortune.

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

All Men Are Jews, Though Few Men Know It.

There Are No Wrong Books. What's Wrong Is The Fear Of Them.