THOUGHT BUBBLE-10

Every man alone is sincere.
At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins.
We parry and fend the approach of our fellow-man by compliments, by gossip, by amusements, by affairs.
We cover up our thought from him under a hundred folds.
The hypocrite's crime is that he bears false witness against himself.
What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one.
Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil;
but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.

THOUGHT BUBBLE-9

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with
freedom,

others when it is a bitter tonic,

and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

The great omission in life is solitude;

not loneliness, for this is an alienation that thrives most in the midst of crowds,

but that zone of time and space,

free from the outside pressures,

which is the incubator of the spirit.

THOUGHT BUBBLE-8

The departure of our boys to foreign parts with the ever-present possibility that they might never return,

taught the real value of photography to every father and mother.

To many a mother the photograph of her boy in his country's uniform was the one never-failing consolation.

It's weird that photographers spend years or even a whole lifetime, trying to capture moments that added together, don't even amount to a couple of hours.