I Can't Talk You In

He Entered The Territory Of Lies Without A Passport For Return.

Happiness Is Never Really So Welcome As Changelessness.

They Can Print Statistics And Count The Populations In Hundreds Of Thousands, But To Each Man A City Consists Of No More Than A Few Streets, A Few Houses, A Few People. Remove Those Few And A City Exists No Longer Except As A Pain In The Memory, Like A Pain Of An Amputated Leg No Longer There.

If I Had To Choose Between Life In The Soviet Union And Life In The U. S. A. , I Would Certainly Choose The Soviet Union.

Pity Is Cruel. Pity Destroys.