He Was A Natural, And In The

Oh, What A Love It Was, Utterly Free, Unique, Like Nothing Else On Earth! Their Thoughts Were Like Other People's Songs.

At The Moment Of Childbirth, Every Woman Has The Same Aura Of Isolation, As Though She Were Abandoned, Alone.

No Single Man Makes History. History Cannot Be Seen Just As One Cannot See Grass Growing.

As Far As Modern Writing Is Concerned, It Is Rarely Rewarding To Translate It, Although It Might Be Easy. Translation Is Very Much Like Copying Paintings.

To Be A Woman Is A Great Adventure; To Drive Men Mad Is A Heroic Thing.