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

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

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

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

More and more do I see that only a successful revolution in India can break England's back forever and free Europe itself. It is not a national question concerning India any longer; it is purely international.

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater.