Too Much Art Was No Art At

It Is Unthinkable In The Twentieth Century To Fail To Distinguish Between What Constitutes An Abominable Atrocity That Must Be Prosecuted And What Constitutes That "past" Which "ought Not To Be Stirred Up.

It's Quite Enough To Show A Well-beaten Dog The Whip.

Woe To That Nation Whose Literature Is Disturbed By The Intervention Of Power. Because That Is Not Just A Violation Against "freedom Of Print," It Is The Closing Down Of The Heart Of The Nation, A Slashing To Pieces Of Its Memory. The Nation Ceases To Be Mindful Of Itself, It Is Deprived Of Its Spiritual Unity, And Despite A Supposedly Common Language, Compatriots Suddenly Cease To Understand One Another.

When I Was In The Gulag I Would Sometimes Even Write On Stone Walls. I Used To Write On Scraps Of Paper, Then I Memorised The Contents And Destroyed The Scraps.

In Military Science There Is A Principle More Important Than "forward": It Is That The Task Should Be Proportionate To The Means.