Everyone Is Guilty Of Something Or Has

Art Thaws Even The Frozen, Darkened Soul, Opening It To Lofty Spiritual Experience.

When The Whole Discussion Of "developing A National Idea" Hastily Began In Post-soviet Russia, I Tried To Pour Cold Water On It With The Objection That, After All The Devastating Losses We Had Experienced, It Would Be Quite Sufficient To Have Just One Task: The Preservation Of A Dying People.

What Would Things Been Like [in Russia] If During Periods Of Mass Arrests People Had Not Simply Sat There, Paling With Terror At Every Bang On The Downstairs Door And At Every Step On The Staircase, But Understood They Had Nothing To Lose And Had Boldly Set Up In The Downstairs Hall An Ambush Of Half A Dozen People?

The Meaning Of Earthly Existence Lies Not, As We Have Grown Used To Thinking, In Prospering, But In The Development Of The Soul...

One Word Of Truth Outweighs The Whole World.