Who Can Exhaust A Man? Who Knows

My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft As Flesh. I'm Going To Sleep.

I Do Not Think Therefore I Am A Moustache

Man Is Abandoned On Earth In The Midst Of His Infinite Responsibilities, Without Help, With No Aim But What He Sets Himself.

I Will Not Be Modest. Humble, As Much As You Like, But Not Modest. Modesty Is The Virtue Of The Lukewarm.

To Keep Hope Alive One Must, In Spite Of All Mistakes, Horrors, And Crimes, Recognize The Obvious Superiority Of The Socialist Camp.