Not all of me shall die.

If one is forever cautious, can one remain a human being?

Truth must be told-and things must change! If words are not about real things and do not cause things to happen, what is the good of them?

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.

Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

A forest doesn't weep over one tree.

To coexist with communism on the same planet is impossible. Either it will spread, cancer-like, to destroy mankind, or else mankind will have to rid itself of communism (and even then face lengthy treatment for secondary tumors).