A Hard Life Improves The Vision.

The Belly Is An Ungrateful Wretch, It Never Remembers Past Favors, It Always Wants More Tomorrow.

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.

We Have Been Fortunate Enough To Live At A Time When Virtue, Though It Does Not Triumph, Is Nonetheless Not Always Tormented By Attack Dogs. Beaten Down, Sickly, Virtue Has Now Been Allowed To Enter In All Its Tatters And Sit In The Corner, As Long As It Doesn't Raise Its Voice.

Socialism Of Any Type Leads To A Total Destruction Of The Human Spirit...

There Is Something Predetermined In The Mutual Attraction Between Germany And Russia. Otherwise, This Attraction Would Not Have Survived Two Ghastly World Wars.