Busy remaking the world, man forgot to remake himself.
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.
What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?
We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.
A man who's never seen war is like a woman who's never given birth - soft in the head.