Scratch a socialist and you find a snob.

The exile is a singular, whereas refugees tend to be thought of in the mass ... What is implied in these nuances of social standing is the respect we pay to choice. The exile appears to have made a decision, while the refugee is the very image of helplessness.

The happy ending is our national belief.

To be disesteemed by people you don't have much respect for is not the worst fate.

It really takes a hero to live any kind of spiritual life without religious belief.

I was going to get myself recognized at any price. If I could not win fame by goodness, I was ready to do it by badness.

I really tried, or so I thought, to avoid lying, but it seemed to me that they forced it on me by the difference in their vision of things, so that I was always transposing reality for them into something they could understand.