To Taste The Sea All One Needs

Truth Seldom Is Pleasant; It Is Almost Invariably Bitter.

A Storm Breaks Trees. It Only Bends Grass.

Gradually It Was Disclosed To Me That The Line Separating Good And Evil Passes Not Through States, Nor Between Classes, Nor Between Political Parties Either - But Right Through Every Human Heart...

How Quickly A Zek (a Prisoner) Gets Cheeky-or, Putting It In Literary Language, How Quickly A Man's Requirements Grow.

Let Your Memory Be Your Travel Bag.