No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.

There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.

Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.