No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is suppose that they are like himself.
John Steinbeck (1902-1968) American writer
The Winter of Our Discontent, ch. 3 (1961)
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is suppose that they are like himself.
John Steinbeck (1902-1968) American writer
The Winter of Our Discontent, ch. 3 (1961)
