Remorse Is Impotent; It Will Repeat Its

If We Could But Paint With The Hand What We See With The Eye.

Reading Brings Us Unknown Friends

Isn't It Really Quite Extraordinary To See That, Since Man Took His First Step, No One Has Asked Himself Why He Walks, How He Walks, If He Has Ever Walked, If He Could Walk Better, What He Achieves In Walking .. Questions That Are Tied To All The Philosophical, Psychological, And Political Systems Which Preoccupy The World.

Holding This Book In Your Hand, Sinking Back In Your Soft Armchair, You Will Say To Yourself: Perhaps It Will Amuse Me. And After You Have Read This Story Of Great Misfortunes, You Will No Doubt Dine Well, Blaming The Author For Your Own Insensitivity, Accusing Him Of Wild Exaggeration And Flights Of Fancy. But Rest Assured: This Tragedy Is Not A Fiction. All Is True.

Neither The Passions Not Justice Nor Politics Nor The Great Social Forces Ever Consider The Victims They Strike.