An Enemy Who Sees The Error Of

I Too Entered The Lager As A Nonbeliever, And As A Nonbeliever I Was Liberated And Have Lived To This Day.

Man Is A Centaur, A Tangle Of Flesh And Mind, Divine Inspiration And Dust.

The Bond Between A Man And His Profession Is Similar To That Which Ties Him To His Country; It Is Just As Complex, Often Ambivalent, And In General It Is Understood Completely Only When It Is Broken: By Exile Or Emigration In The Case Of One's Country, By Retirement In The Case Of A Trade Or Profession.

I Am Constantly Amazed By Man's Inhumanity To Man.

I Am Not Even Alive Enough To Know How To Kill Myself