A Soviet Citizen, An Official Writer, Once

The Poor Don't Know That Their Function In Life Is To Exercise Our Generosity.

Let It Crumble! Let The Rocks Revile Me And Flowers Wilt At My Coming. Your Whole Universe Is Not Enough To Prove Me Wrong. You Are The King Of Gods, King Of Stones And Stars, King Of The Waves Of The Sea. But You Are Not The King Of Man.

Existence Is Not Something Which Lets Itself Be Thought Of Form A Distance; It Must Invade You Suddenly, Master You, Weigh Heavily On Your Heart Like A Great Motionless Beast - Or Else There Is Nothing At All.

When We Love Animals And Children Too Much, We Love Them At The Expense Of Men.

We Only Become What We Are By The Radical And Deep-seated Refusal Of That Which Others Have Made Of Us.