“Ideas are more powerful than guns. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas.”

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

Quanity has it’s own quality.

You do not lament the loss of hair of one who has been beheaded.

We Marxists believe that revolution will occur in other countries, as well. But it will occur at a time when it will be considered possible or necessary by revolutionaries of those countries.

When there’s a person, there’s a problem. When there’s no person, there’s no problem.

Words are one thing – deeds something entirely different. Fine words are a mask to cover shady deeds. A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.

He who votes does not have power. He who counts the votes has power.

Everybody has a right to be stupid, but some people abuse the privilege.

In war I would deal with the Devil and his grandmother

The Red Army and Navy and the whole Soviet people must fight for every inch of Soviet soil, fight to the last drop of blood for our towns and villages…onward, to victory!

A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.

Nowadays wars are not declared. They simply start.

If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a ‘peace conference,’ you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.

Die, but do not retreat.

Ah, these diplomats! What chatterboxes! There’s only one way to shut them up – cut them down with machine guns. Bulganin, go and get me one!

Artillery is the god of war.

Savage, despicable evil. That’s what we were fighting in Iraq. That’s why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy ‘savages.’ There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?

What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

In the city that the wolf enters, enemies will be close by. An alien force will sack a great country. Allies will cross the mountains and the borders.

He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty, he establishes a precedent that will reach to himself.