Man Is What He Wills Himself To

There Is Only One Day Left, Always Starting Over: It Is Given To Us At Dawn And Taken Away From Us At Dusk.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

A Madman's Ravings Are Absurd In Relation To The Situation In Which He Finds Himself, But Not In Relation To His Madness.

I Do Not Give A Damn About The Dead. They Died For The [communist] Party And The Party Can Decide What It Wants. I Practice A Live Man's Politics, For The Living.

I Think That Is The Big Danger In Keeping A Diary: You Exaggerate Everything.