If Two People Agree On Everything, One

I Am Not Invested With Dictatorial Powers. If I Were, I Should Be Quite Ready To Dictate.

For The First Time I Heard Shots Fired In Anger, Heard Bullets Strike Flesh Or Whistle Through The Air.

...have The Stresses Of War Been As Bad To You Personally As Carrying Through The Policy Of Collective Farms?

One Ought To Be Just Before One Is Generous

The Dictator, In All His Pride, Is Held In The Grip Of His Party Machine. He Can Go Forward; He Cannot Go Back. He Must Blood His Hounds And Show Them Sport, Or Else, Like Actaeon Of Old, Be Devoured By Them. All-strong Without, He Is All-weak Within.