There Is This Thing Called Life. We

Friends You Have, People You Love, Die And Are Born Again.

If People Did Not Want Their Stories Told, It Would Be Better For Them To Keep Away From Me.

Interest In The Lives Of Others, The High Evaluation Of These Lives, What Are They But The Overflow Of The Interest A Man Finds In Himself, The Value He Attributes To His Own Being?.

The Machines Men Are So Intent On Making Have Carried Them Very Far From The Old Sweet Things.

Sometimes I Think We Americans Are The Loneliest People In The World. To Be Sure, We Hunger For The Power Of Affection, The Self-acceptance That Gives Life. It Is The Oldest And Strongest Hunger In The World. But Hungering Is Not Enough.