There Is No One On Earth More

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.

Our Most Merciless Enemy Is Our Past.

With His Own Money A Person Can Live As He Likes-a Ruble That's Your Own Is Dearer Than A Brother.

The Most Beautiful Words In The English Language Are 'not Guilty'.

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.