Woe to that nation whose literature is disturbed by the intervention of power. Because that is not just a violation against "freedom of print," it is the closing down of the heart of the nation, a slashing to pieces of its memory.

An engineer cannot participate in irrationality.

To his and everybody else's way of thinking, you should build a house with your own hands before you start talking about being an engineer.

A man used to riding in a car cannot understand a pedestrian.

Every man always has handy a dozen glib little reasons why he is right not to sacrifice himself.

If... if... We didn't love freedom enough. And even more - we had no awareness of the real situation. We spent ourselves in one unrestrained outburst in 1917, and then we hurried to submit. We submitted with pleasure! ........... We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.

Why should I trust you? We haven't drunk from the same bowl of soup.