Today I Think That If For No

I Live In My House As I Live Inside My Skin: I Know More Beautiful, More Ample, More Sturdy And More Picturesque Skins: But It Would Seem To Me Unnatural To Exchange Them For Mine.

Today I Think That If For No Other Reason Than That An Auschwitz Existed, No One In Our Age Should Speak Of Providence.

Perhaps Kafka Laughed When He Told Stories [. . . ] Because One Isn't Always Equal To Oneself.

Each Of Us Bears The Imprint Of A Friend Met Along The Way; In Each The Trace Of Each.

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