Love Taught Me That Your Honour Did

Thought's A Luxury. Do You Think The Peasant Sits And Thinks Of God And Democracy When He Gets Inside His Mud Hut At Night?

Sooner Or Later... One Has To Take Sides. If One Is To Remain Human.

I've Caught Belief Like A Disease. I've Fallen Into Belief Like I Fell In Love.

For A Good Man Fame Is Always A Problem.

He Had Stylized Himself--life Was Easier That Way. He Had Chosen A Physical Mould Just As Writer Chooses A Technical Form.