We have arrived at an intellectual chaos.
The heart senses who is friend and who is no friend.
A genius doesn't adjust his treatment of a theme to a tyrant's taste
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Work is what horses die of
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.