Everybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everybody is under surveillance. You never feel safe.

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!

Like all my family and class, I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection; to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace, and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster.

I have no objection to a man being a man, however masculine that may be.

In the little hall leading to it was a rack holding various Socialist or radical newspapers, tracts, and pamphlets in very small print and on very bad paper. The subjects treated were technical Marxist theories.

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.