When The Life Is Monotonous , Even

You Will Not Drown The Truth In Seas Of Blood

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?

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.

When One Loves Somebody, Everything Is Clear - Where To Go, What To Do - It All Takes Care Of Itself And One Doesn't Have To Ask Anybody About Anything.

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.