Life [had] Replaced Logic.

Come, Try, Give Any One Of Us, For Instance, A Little More Independence, Untie Our Hands, Widen The Spheres Of Our Activity, Relax The Control And We...yes, I Assure You...we Should Be Begging To Be Under Control Again At Once.

The Degree Of A Nation’s Civilization Can Be Seen In The Way It Treats Its Prisoners

The Russian Soul Is A Dark Place.

Hell Is The Inability To Love.

Even As I Approach The Gambling Hall, As Soon As I Hear, Two Rooms Away, The Jingle Of Money Poured Out On The Table, I Almost Go Into Convulsions.