Literature Has Become My Life.

Everything Passes Away-suffering,pain, Blood, Hunger,pestilence. The Sword Will Pass Away Too, But The Stars Will Remain When The Shadows Of Our Presence And Our Deeds Have Vanished From The Earth. There Is No Man Who Does Not Know That. Why, Then, Will We Not Turn Our Eyes Toward The Stars? Why?

Allow Me To Inquire How Man Can Control His Own Affairs When He Is Not Only Incapable Of Compiling A Plan For Some Laughably Short Term Such As, Say, A Thousand Years, But Cannot Even Predict What Will Happen To Him Tomorrow?

To Struggle Against Censorship, Whatever Its Nature, And Whatever The Power Under Which It Exists, Is My Duty As A Writer, As Are Calls For Freedom Of The Press. I Am A Passionate Supporter Of That Freedom, And I Consider That If Any Writer Were To Imagine That He Could Prove He Didn't Need That Freedom, Then He Would Be Like A Fish Affirming In Public That It Didn't Need Water.

No Documents, No Person.

You Pronounced Your Words As If You Don’t Acknowledge The Shadows, Or The Evil Either. Would You Be So Kind As To Give A Little Thought To The Question Of What Your Good Would Be Doing If Evil Did Not Exist, And How The Earth Would Look If The Shadows Were To Disappear From It?