Animals Form An Inalienable Fragment Of Nature,

No Invader Has Ever Conquered The Heart Of Poland, That Spirit Which Is The Inheritance Of Sons And Daughters, The Private Passion Of Families And The Ancient, Unbreakable Tie To All Those Who Came Before.

The Dead Are Dead But They Rely On Us To Fulfill Their Hopes.

I Write At Eighty-five For The Same Reasons That Impelled Me To Write At Forty-five; I Was Born With A Passionate Desire To Communicate, To Organize Experience, To Tell Tales That Dramatize The Adventures Which Readers Might Have Had. I Have Been That Ancient Man Who Sat By The Campfire At Night And Regaled The Hunters With Imaginative Recitations About Their Prowess. The Job Of An Apple Tree Is To Bear Apples. The Job Of A Storyteller Is To Tell Stories, And I Have Concentrated On That Obligation.

I Kept Careful Record Of The Impact Of Religion On The Election In My County. The Religious Issue Permeated Every Meeting I Conducted. It Influenced Republicans And Democrats Alike. Ministers Preached Politics Publicly And Churches Distributed The Most Vicious Electioneering Materials. Practically No One I Met Escaped The Pressure Of This Overriding Problem And Both Parties Were Ultimately Forced To Make Their Major Calculations With The Religious Question A Foremost Consideration.

A Poet Sees Things In Two Ways: First, As A Child Who Never Saw It Before, And Second, As A Dying Man Who Will Never See It Again.