As a rule, people are afraid of truth. Each truth we discover in nature or social life, destroys the crutches on which we need to lean.

The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people.

I was at the front for thirteen months, and by the end of that time the sharpest perceptions had become dulled, the greatest words mean.

As a boy I used to go to the Chamber of Horrors at the annual fair, to look at the wax figures of Emperors and Kings, of heroes and murderers of the day. The dead now had that same unreality, which shocks without arousing pity.

The working class will not halt until socialism has been realized.

How happy I am to go to the front at last. To do my bit. To prove with my life what I think I feel.

In a quiet Franciscan monastery kind and silent monks looked after me. After many weeks I was discharged. Unfit for further service.