And Who Is Any Of

When An Individual Fear Or Apathy Would Cause Us To Pass By The Unfortunate, Then Life Is Of No Account.

And Who Is Any Of Us, That Without Starvation He Can Go Through The Kingdoms Of Starvation?

When I Meet A New Person, I Am On The Lookout For Signs Of What He Or She Is Loyal To. It Is A Preliminary Clue To The Sense Of Belonging, And Hence Of His Or Her Humanity.

Certainly There Are Great Men Whose Age Circumscribes Them So Completely That We Lose Interest.

Surely No One Can Be Sure He Has Visited Cienega; People Say To Themselves, Do They Not: 'was It A Vision; Or Have I, Some Time Or Other, Seen Dusk In A Valley Like This?'