Every New Time Will Give Its Law.

Everybody, My Friend, Everybody Lives For Something Better To Come. That's Why We Want To Be Considerate Of Every Man - Who Knows What's In Him, Why He Was Born And What He Can Do?

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.

One Has To Be Able To Count If Only So That At Fifty One Doesn't Marry A Girl Of Twenty.

The Intelligentsia ...was Kept Busy Embroidering White Stitches On The Philosophical And Ecclesiastical Vestments Of The Bourgeoisie - That Old And Filthy Fabric Besmeared With The Blood Of Toiling Masses.

This Fear Is What Is The Ruin Of Us All. And Some Dominate Us; They Take Advantage Of Our Fear And Frighten Us Still More. Mark This: As Long As People Are Afraid, They Will Rot Like The Birches In The Marsh. We Must Grow Bold; It Is Time!