“This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.”

Print is the sharpest and the strongest weapon of our party.

Real liberty exists only there where exploitation has been annihilated, where no oppression of some peoples by others exists, where there is no unemployment and pauperism, where a person does not tremble because tomorrow he may lose his job, home and bread.

Personel selection is decisive. People are our most valuable capital.

Gaiety is the most outstanding feature of the Soviet Union.

Nobody respects a country with a poor army, but everybody respects a country with a good army. I raise my toast to the Finnish army.

I trust no one, not even myself.

I believe in one thing only, the power of human will.

Do you remember the tsar? Well, I‘m like a tsar.

This is impossible to predict. War may break out unexpectedly.

The press must grow day in and day out – it is our Party’s sharpest and most powerful weapon.

A man’s eyes should be torn out if he can only see the past

Political power does not rest with those who cast votes; political power rests with those who count votes.

Our new Soviet constitution will, in my opinion, be the most democratic constitution of all those existing in the world.

It doesn’t matter who they vote for, they always vote for us.

Mankind is divided into rich and poor, into property owners and exploited; and to abstract oneself from this fundamental division; and from the antagonism between poor and rich means abstracting oneself from fundamental facts.

The reason why there is now no communist government in Paris is because in the circumstances of 1945 the Soviet army was not able to reach French soil.

To study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one’s self to die.

Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.

Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.

If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life – and only then will I be free to become myself.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.

If your humanity is dead, you need a lot of morality. If your humanity is alive and overflowing, you will naturally do the best for yourself and everyone around you.

Beauty shames the ugly. Strength shames the weak. Death shames the living – and the Ideal shames us all.