In our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNIn our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNIt is time in the West to defend not so much human rights as human obligations.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNYou 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.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNThe next war… may well bury Western civilization forever.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNThe clock of communism has stopped striking. But its concrete building has not yet come crashing down. For that reason, instead of freeing ourselves, we must try to save ourselves from being crushed by its rubble.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNWhen truth is discovered by someone else, it loses something of its attractiveness.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNNot everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNFor us in Russia communism is a dead dog. For many people in the West, it is still a living lion.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNFor us in Russia, communism is a dead dog, while, for many people in the West, it is still a living lion.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNThere are a lot of clear thinkers everywhere.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNFor a country to have a great writer is like having a second government. That is why no regime has ever loved great writers, only minor ones.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNEverything you add to the truth subtracts from the truth.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNThe name of ‘reform’ simply covers what is latently a process of the theft of the national heritage.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNMan has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNThe battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.
ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYNWoe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation’s heart, the excision of its memory.
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