... Some Kind Of Clean, Pure Feeling

Socialism Of Any Type Leads To A Total Destruction Of The Human Spirit...

Someone That You Have Deprived Of Everything Is No Longer In Your Power. He Is Once Again Entirely Free.

Who Has The Skill To Make A Narrow, Obstinate Human Being Aware Of Others' Far-off Grief And Joy, To Make Him Understand Dimensions And Delusions He Himself Has Never Lived Through? Propaganda, Coercion, And Scientific Proofs Are Powerless. But Happily, In Our World There Is A Way. It Is Art, And It Is Literature.

Happiness Doesn't Depend On The Actual Number Of Blessings We Manage To Scratch From Life, Only Our Attitude Towards Them.

A Forest Doesn't Weep Over One Tree.