Call No Day Happy 'til It Is

Nowhere On The Planet, Nowhere In History, Was There A Regime More Vicious, More Bloodthirsty, And At The Same Time More Cunning Than The Bolshevik, The Self-styled Soviet Regime.

Even The Most Broad-minded Of Us Can Embrace Only That Part Of Truth Into Which Our Own Snout Has Blundered.

Periods Of Rapid And Fundamental Change Were Never Favourable For Literature. Significant Works, Have Nearly Always And Everywhere Been Created In Periods Of Stability, Be It Good Or Bad.

If Decade After Decade The Truth Cannot Be Told, Each Person's Mind Begins To Roam Irretrievably. One's Fellow Countrymen Become Harder To Understand Than Martians.

Pride Grows In The Human Heart Like Lard On A Pig.