In God's Mill Even Chaff Becomes Flour.

As Often As Herman Had Witnessed The Slaughter Of Animals And Fish, He Always Had The Same Thought: In Their Behavior Toward Creatures, All Men Were Nazis.

Actually, The True Story Of A Person's Life Can Never Be Written. It Is Beyond The Power Of Literature. The Full Tale Of Any Life Would Be Both Utterly Boring And Utterly Unbelievable.

One Has To Trust That God Knows How To Manage The World.

While The Poet Entertains He Continues To Search For Eternal Truths, For The Essence Of Being. In His Own Fashion He Tries To Solve The Riddle Of Time And Change, To Find An Answer To Suffering, To Reveal Love In The Very Abyss Of Cruelty And Injustice. Strange As These Words May Sound I Often Play With The Idea That When All The Social Theories Collapse And Wars And Revolutions Leave Humanity In Utter Gloom, The Poet--whom Plato Banned From His Republic--may Rise Up To Save Us All.

Whatever Doesn't Really Happen Is Dreamed At Night. It Happens To One If It Doesn't Happen To Another, Tomorrow If Not Today, Or A Century Hence If Not Next Year.