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In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

When A Man Is In Love He Endures More Than At Other Times; He Submits To Everything.

The Wittiest Authors Evoke A Barely Perceptible Smile.

Let Us Not Underestimate The Privileges Of The Mediocre. As One Climbs Higher, Life Becomes Ever Harder, The Coldness Increases, Responsibility Increases.

A Thought Comes When It Will, Not When I Will.