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Human History Is Not The Battle Of Good Struggling To Overcome Evil. It Is A Battle Fought By A Great Evil Struggling To Crush A Small Kernel Of Human Kindness.

Thousands Of People Are Being Buried And No One Attends The Funerals,' Said One Of The Soldiers. 'in Peacetime It's The Other Way Round: One Coffin And A Hundred People Carrying Flowers.

The Sea Was Not Freedom; It Was A Likeness Of Freedom, A Symbol Of Freedom...how Splendid Freedom Must Be If A Mere Likeness Of It, A Mere Reminder Of It, Is Enough To Fill A Man With Happiness.

The Divine Impeccability Of The Immortal [soviet] State Turned Out Not Only To Have Suppressed Individual Human Beings But Also To Have Defended Them, To Have Comforted Them In Their Weakness, To Have Justified Their Insignificance. The State Had Taken On Its Own Shoulders The Entire Weight Of Responsibility; It Had Liberated People From The Chimera Of Conscience.

Chekhov Said: Let's Put God - And All These Grand Progressive Ideas - To One Side. Let's Begin With Man; Let's Be Kind And Attentive To The Individual Man - Whether He's A Bishop, A Peasant, An Industrial Magnate, A Convict In The Sakhalin Islands, Or A Waiter In A Restaurant. Let's Begin With Respect, Compassion, And Love For The Individual - Or We'll Never Get Anywhere.