A Wrong War Brings Wrong; So Does

I Would Willingly Pass My Life Writing And Re-writing The Same Book - That One Book Every Writer Carries Within Him - The Image Of His Own Soul.

Sometimes I'm Haunted By The Thought That We Have Only One Life And That We Live It Provisionally, Waiting In Vain For The Day When Real Life Will Begin. And So Life Passes By.

The Final Conflict Will Be Between The Communists And The Ex-communists.

To Grow Up Requires A Whole Life But To Become Old One Night Is Enough.

Destiny Is The Invention Of The Cowardly, And The Resigned.