Lies Are The Religion Of

An Artist Is A Man Who Digests His Own Subjective Impressions And Knows How To Find A General Objective Meaning In Them, And How To Express Them In A Convincing Form.

It Is Quiet And Peaceful Here, The Air Is Good, There Are Numerous Gardens, And In Them Nightingales Sing And Spies Lurk Under The Bushes.

Our Most Merciless Enemy Is Our Past.

If It Is True That Only Misfortune Can Awaken A Man's Soul, It Is A Bitter Truth, One That Is Hard To Hear And Accept, And It Is Only Natural That Many People Deny It And Say It Is Better For A Man To Live On In A Trance Than To Wake Up To Torture.

The Intelligentsia ...was Kept Busy Embroidering White Stitches On The Philosophical And Ecclesiastical Vestments Of The Bourgeoisie - That Old And Filthy Fabric Besmeared With The Blood Of Toiling Masses.