We Will Die, But Art Will Remain.

For A Country To Have A Great Writer Is To Have Another Government.

Bless You Prison, Bless You For Being In My Life. For There, Lying Upon The Rotting Prison Straw, I Came To Realize That The Object Of Life Is Not Prosperity As We Are Made To Believe, But The Maturity Of The Human Soul.

Own Only What You Can Always Carry With You: Know Languages, Know Countries, Know People. Let Your Memory Be Your Travel Bag. Use Your Memory! Use Your Memory! It Is Those Bitter Seeds Alone Which Might Sprout And Grow Someday. Look Around You - There Are People Around You. Maybe You Will Remember One Of Them All Your Life And Later Eat Your Heart Out Because You Didn't Make Use Of The Opportunity To Ask Him Questions. And The Less You Talk, The More You'll Hear.

Blow The Dust Off The Clock. Your Watches Are Behind The Times. Throw Open The Heavy Curtains Which Are So Dear To You - You Do Not Even Suspect That The Day Has Already Dawned Outside.

Any Fool Can Bomb A Train, But Just Try Sorting Out The Mess.