The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.
Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.
Justice is conscience, not a personal conscience but the conscience of the whole of humanity. Those who clearly recognize the voice of their own conscience usually recognize also the voice of justice.
Violence can only be concealed by a lie, and the lie can only be maintained by violence.
You only have power over people so long as you don't take everything away from them. But when you've robbed a man of everything, he's no longer in your power - he's free again.
Everything you add to the truth subtracts from the truth.
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
In our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State.
For us in Russia, communism is a dead dog, while, for many people in the West, it is still a living lion.
How can you expect a man who's warm to understand one who's cold?
A man is happy so long as he chooses to be happy and nothing can stop him.
It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes... we make mistakes because the easiest and most comfortable course for us is to seek insight where it accords with our emotions - especially selfish ones.
A state of war only serves as an excuse for domestic tyranny.
Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the 20th century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.
Anyone who has proclaimed violence his method inexorably must choose lying as his principle.
Blow the dust off the clock. Your watches are behind the times. Throw open the heavy curtains which are so dear to you - you do not even suspect that the day has already dawned outside.
It is time in the West to defend not so much human rights as human obligations.
If one is forever cautious, can one remain a human being?
Literature transmits incontrovertible condensed experience... from generation to generation. In this way literature becomes the living memory of a nation.
We have arrived at an intellectual chaos.
