When things are too clear, they are no longer interesting.

Even the most broad-minded of us can embrace only that part of truth into which our own snout has blundered.

Happiness doesn't depend on the actual number of blessings we manage to scratch from life, only our attitude towards them.

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

Literature that is not the breath of contemporary society, that dares not transmit the pains and fears of that society . . . loses the confidence of its own people, and its published works are used as wastepaper instead of being read.

The generation now coming out of Western schools is unable to distinguish good from bad. Even those words are unacceptable. This results in impaired thinking ability.

Nowhere on the planet, nowhere in history, was there a regime more vicious, more bloodthirsty, and at the same time more cunning than the Bolshevik, the self-styled Soviet regime.