Only Mothers Can Think Of The Future

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

All Of Us Are Pilgrims On This Earth. I've Even Heard People Say That The Earth Itself Is A Pilgrim In The Heavens.

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.

One Has To Be Able To Count If Only So That At Fifty One Doesn't Marry A Girl Of Twenty.

Everybody, My Friend, Everybody Lives For Something Better To Come. That's Why We Want To Be Considerate Of Every Man - Who Knows What's In Him, Why He Was Born And What He Can Do?