Which Of Us Can Control His Feelings?

On Our Crowded Planet There Are No Longer Any Internal Affairs!

If You Ever Get Twenty-five Years For Nothing, If You Find Yourself Wearing Four Number Patches On Your Clothes, Holding Your Hands Permanently Behind Your Back, Submitting To Searches Morning And Evening, Working Until You Are Utterly Exhausted, Dragged Into The Cooler Whenever Someone Denounces You, Trodden Deeper And Deeper Into The Ground-from The Hole You're In, The Fine Words Of The Great Humanists Will Sound Like The Chatter Of The Well-fed And Free.

The Clock Of Communism Has Stopped Striking. But Its Concrete Building Has Not Yet Come Crashing Down. For That Reason, Instead Of Freeing Ourselves, We Must Try To Save Ourselves From Being Crushed By Its Rubble.

Everyone Is Guilty Of Something Or Has Something To Conceal. All One Has To Do Is Look Hard Enough To Find What It Is.

Here Again We Witness The Single Outcome Of A Worldwide Process, With East And West Yielding The Same Results, And Once Again For The Same Reason: Men Have Forgotten God.