I feel like an orphan, an outcast banished to a strange land, a prisoner on some foreign shore, sentenced to life without parole. I would gladly escape and return to my own people - if only I knew where they might be.

Proof is only possible in math and science. Nothing in any other discipline equals that sort of verifiable truth. Certainties in social theory and historical record are really opinions. Even the most probable of them cannot be truly verified

Despite fame and fortune, the little girl without parents, who lived her young life with whores, never went away. She stood next to Edith Gassion at every turn - Piaf or not.