Why Children?' He Asked. 'why Always Children?

You Can Transmute Love, Ignore It, Muddle It, But You Can Never Pull It Out Of You.

You Told Me Once That We Shall Be Judged By Our Intentions, Not By Our Accomplishments. I Thought It A Grand Remark. But We Must Intend To Accomplish - Not Sit Intending On A Chair.

At Night, When The Curtains Are Drawn And The Fire Flickers, My Books Attain A Collective Dignity.

All That Is Observable In A Man-that Is To Say His Actions And Such Of His Spiritual Existence As Can Be Deduced From His Actions-falls Into The Domain Of History.

A Facade Of Skyscrapers Facing A Lake And Behind The Facade, Every Type Of Dubiousness.