As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop.

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.

He is her glory. Any woman could say it. For every one of them, God is in her child. Mothers of great men must have been familiar with this feeling, but then, all women are mothers of great men -- it isn't their fault if life disappoints them later.