My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft

The Plight Of Modern Man Is That He Is Condemmed To Be Free.

The Sun Is Not Ridiculous, Quite The Contrary. On Everything I Like, On The Rust Of The Construction Girders, On The Rotten Boards Of The Fence, A Miserly, Uncertain Light Falls, Like The Look You Give, After A Sleepless Night, On Decisions Made With Enthusiasm The Day Before, On Pages You Have Written In One Spurt Without Crossing Out A Word.

She Believed In Nothing; Only Her Skepticism Kept Her From Being An Atheist.

The [communist] Party Has One Objective: The Creation Of A Socialist Economy; And One Means: The Utilization Of The Class Struggle.

Life Begins On The Other Side Of Despair.