At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.

I have a trend of my own.

Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.

Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.

A man who's never seen war is like a woman who's never given birth - soft in the head.

The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.

I want my word to be up to the scale of the feat of arms performed by the Russian soldier.

If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!

What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?

My body gets weak without truth.

We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.

Life is directly proportional to happiness and sadness.

Proust, more perspicaciously than any other writer, reminds us that the 'walks' of childhood form the raw material of our intelligence.

When you go to war, both sides lose totally.

A tremendous amount of needless pain and suffering can be eliminated by ensuring that health insurance is universally available.

An ounce of application is worth a ton of abstraction.

Universities are meant to pass the torch of civilization.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

Without an understanding of the issue of race and a willingness to confront it head on, the working class will not build its strength.

Evil news fly faster still than good.

By drop out, I mean to detach yourself from involvement in secular, external social games.