When I returned to Russia in 1994, the Western world and its states were practically being worshipped. Admittedly, this was caused not so much by real knowledge or a conscious choice, but by the natural disgust with the Bolshevik regime and its anti-Western propaganda.

All classifications in this world lack sharp boundaries, and all transitions are gradual.

Bless you, prison, for having been in my life!

How can you expect a man who's warm to understand one who's cold?

Our Twentieth Century has proved to be more cruel than preceding centuries, and the first fifty years have not erased all its horrors. Our world is rent asunder by those same old cave-age emotions of greed, envy, lack of control, mutual hostility which have picked up in passing respectable pseudonyms like class struggle, radical conflict, struggle of the masses, trade-union disputes.

Any man who has once acclaimed violence as his method must inexorably choose falsehood as his principle.

Even if we are spared destruction by war, our lives will have to change if we want to save life from self-destruction.