We Have Buried The Putrid Corpse Of

We Become Strong, I Feel, When We Have No Friends Upon Whom To Lean, Or To Look To For Moral Guidance.

It Is Humiliating To Remain With Our Hands Folded While Others Write History. It Matters Little Who Wins.

Lenin Is An Artist Who Has Worked Men, As Other Artists Have Worked Marble Or Metals. But Men Are Harder Than Stone And Less Malleable Than Iron. There Is No Masterpiece. The Artist Has Failed. The Task Was Superior To His Capacities.

If You Acquit Me, You Will Give Me Great Pleasure. If You Condemn Me You Will Do Me Honour!

There Is The Great, Silent, Continuous Struggle: The Struggle Between The State And The Individual; Between The State Which Demands And The Individual Who Attempts To Evade Such Demands. Because The Individual, Left To Himself, Unless He Be A Saint Or Hero, Always Refuses To Pay Taxes, Obey Laws, Or Go To War.