I'd Come To Realize That All Our

When My Relations With The Communist Party Gave Me The Necessary Perspective I Decided To Write My Autobiography. I Wanted To Show How A Man Can Pass From Literature Held Sacred To Action Which Nevertheless Remains That Of An Intellectual.

The Plight Of Modern Man Is That He Is Condemmed To Be Free.

Perhaps Its Inevitable, Perhaps One Has To Choose Between Being Nothing At All And Impersonating What One Is.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

A Man Is Involved In Life, Leaves His Impress On It, And Outside Of That There Is Nothing.