I was always optimistic. And I held to and was guided by my views.

We are so attached to the earth, and yet we are incapable of holding onto it.

I have always had that inner drive, since my birth. And I have always devoted myself gladly to work - to work and to the struggle.

Sometimes I feel quite distinctly that what is inside me is not all of me. There is something else, sublime, quite indestructible, some tiny fragment of the Universal spirit.Don't you feel that?

The solemn pledge to abstain from telling the truth was called socialist realism.

On the way from the Renaissance to our days we have enriched our experience, but we have lost the concept of a Supreme Complete Entity which used to restrain our passions and our irresponsibility. We have placed too much hope in political and social reforms, only to find out that we were being deprived of our most precious possession: our spiritual life. In the East, it is destroyed by the dealings and machinations of the ruling party. In the West, commercial interests tend to suffocate it. This is the real crisis.

But what can you say in a letter?