Failure To Love Is Almost Like Murder.

Departure Beyond The Borders Of My Country Is For Me Equivalent To Death.

During The Last Years Of Mayakovski's Life, When All Poetry Had Ceased To Exist . . . Literature Had Stopped.

Salvation Lies Not In The Faithfulness To Forms, But In The Liberation From Them.

We Must Discover Security Within Ourselves.

And Now Listen Carefully. You In Others-this Is Your Soul. This Is What You Are. This Is What Your Consciousness Has Breathed And Lived On And Enjoyed Throughout Your Life-your Soul, Your Immortality, Your Life In Others. And What Now? You Have Always Been In Others And You Will Remain In Others. And What Does It Matter To You If Later On That Is Called Your Memory? This Will Be You-the You That Enters The Future And Becomes A Part Of It.