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Most Of The Men Regarded Europe As A Wine List. In Their Mental Geography Rheims, Rhine, Moselle, Bordeaux, Champagne, Or Würzburg Were Not Localities But Libations.

To Be Alive Is A Fine Thing. It Is The Finest Thing In The World, Though Hazardous. It Is A Unique Thing. It Happens Only Once In A Lifetime. To Be Alive, To Know Consciously That You Are Alive, And To Relish That Knowledge -- This Is A Kind Of Magic. Or It May Be A Kind Of Madness, Exhilarating But Harmless.

There Are Two Ways Of Doing Battle Against Disgrace. You May Live It Down; Or You May Run Away From It And Hide. The First Method Is Heart-breaking, But Sure. The Second Cannot Be Relied Upon Because Of The Uncomfortable Way Disgrace Has Of Turning Up At Your Heels.

Whoever Said Love Conquers All Was A Fool. Because Almost Everything Conquers Love - Or Tries To.

But I Have Felt That To Be A Jew Was, In Some Ways At Least, To Be Especially Privileged.