A Meek Fellow ... Is A Real

Work Was Like A Stick. It Had Two Ends. When You Worked For The Knowing You Gave Them Quality; When You Worked For A Fool You Simply Gave Him Eyewash.

If You Live In A Graveyard, You Can't Weep For Everyone.

Let Your Memory Be Your Travel Bag.

When I Was In The Gulag I Would Sometimes Even Write On Stone Walls. I Used To Write On Scraps Of Paper, Then I Memorised The Contents And Destroyed The Scraps.

Good Or Evil-you Cannot Build Your Life Apart From This Distinction.