I Had Spent My Time Counterfeiting Eternity.

It Is Therefore Senseless To Think Of Complaining Since Nothing Foreign Has Decided What We Feel, What We Live, Or What We Are.

Who Can Exhaust A Man? Who Knows A Man's Resources?

Ah! How I Hate The Crimes Of The New Generation: They Are Dry And Sterile As Darnel.

You Must Be Like Me; You Must Suffer In Rhythm.

Either The Ussr Was Not The Country Of Socialism, In Which Case Socialism Didn't Exist Anywhere And Doubtless, Wasn't Possible: Or Else, Socialism Was That, This Abominable Monster, This Police State, The Power Of Beasts Of Prey.