The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud.

For misery don't blame God. He gives the food but we cook it.

There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go - if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall.

Without heroes, we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go.

All men are Jews, though few men know it.

A man has to construct, invent, his freedom.

The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud. There is no life that can be recaptured wholly; as it was.Which is to say that all biography is ultimately fiction.