To Do Evil A Human Being Must

A Forest Doesn't Weep Over One Tree.

In The Camp, This Meant Committing My Verse-many Thousands Of Lines-to Memory. To Help Me With This I Improvised Decimal Counting Beads And, In Transit Prisons, Broke Up Matchsticks And Used The Fragments As Tallies. As I Approached The End Of My Sentences I Grew More Confident Of My Powers Of Memory, And Began Writing Down And Memorizing Prose-dialogue At First, But Then, Bit By Bit, Whole Densely Written Passages. My Memory Found Room For Them! It Worked. But More And More Of My Time-in The End As Much As One Week Every Month-went Into The Regular Repetition Of All I Had Memorized.

Our Government Declared That It Is Conducting Some Kind Of Great Reforms. In Reality, No Real Reforms Were Begun And No One At Any Point Has Declared A Coherent Programme.

A Poet Cannot Be A Party Member ... Without Paying The Price.

A Decline In Courage May Be The Most Striking Feature That An Outside Observer Notices In The West Today.