Until The Day Of His Death No

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.

Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Don't Make The Mistake Of Believing It's Enough To Reproduce The Realities Of Life.... The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape, And To Do It By Every Conceivable Artifice.

God Is On Everyone's Side... And In The Last Analysis, He Is On The Side With Plenty Of Money And Large Armies.