There May Be More Beautiful Times, But

Ah! Do Not Judge The Gods, Young Man, They Have Painful Secrets.

A Soviet Citizen, An Official Writer, Once Said To Me: "the Day When Communism (that Is, Well-being For Everyone) Reigns, Man's Tragedy Will Begin: His Finitude."

Hell Is Other People At Breakfast.

Once You Hear The Details Of Victory, It Is Hard To Distinguish It From A Defeat.

The More Absurd Life Is, The More Insupportable Death Is.