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Politics Is Like Navigation In A Sea Without Charts, And Wise Men Live The Lives Of Pilgrims.

The Truth Is That Life Is Hard And Dangerous; That He Who Seeks His Own Happiness Does Not Find It; That He Who Is Weak Must Suffer; That He Who Demands Love Will Be Disappointed; That He Who Is Greedy Will Not Be Fed; That He Who Seeks Peace Will Find Strife; That Truth Is Only For The Brave; That Joy Is Only For Him Who Does Not Fear To Be Alone; That Life Is Only For The One Who Is Not Afraid To Die.

Love Doesn't Grow On Trees Like Apples In Eden - It's Something You Have To Make. And You Must Use Your Imagination Too.

A Friend Of Mine Tells Me That A Beethoven Symphony Can Solve For Him A Problem Of Conduct. I've No Doubt That It Does So Simply By Giving Him A Sense Of The Tragedy And The Greatness Of Human Destiny, Which Makes His Personal Anxieties Seem Small, Which Throws Them Into A New Proportion.

I Write The Big Scenes First, That Is, The Scenes That Carry The Meaning Of The Book, The Emotional Experience.