He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
How quickly a zek (a prisoner) gets cheeky-or, putting it in literary language, how quickly a man's requirements grow. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Submissiveness to fate, the total abdication of your own will in the shaping of your life, the recognition that it was impossible… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
If you wanted to put the world to rights, who should you begin with: yourself or others? — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“...you are strong only as long as you don't deprive people of everything . For a person you've taken everything from is no longer… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
If there were no executioners, there would be no executions. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
It is almost always impossible to evaluate at the time events which you have already experienced, and to understand their meaning with the guidance… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Human nature is full of riddles; . . . one of those riddles is: how is it that people who have been crushed by… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“It was astonishing that the pseudo wreckers, who knew perfectly well that they weren't wreckers, believed that military men and priests were being shaken… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
When the whole discussion of "developing a national idea" hastily began in post-Soviet Russia, I tried to pour cold water on it with the… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“It was granted me to carry away from my prison years on my bent back, which nearly broke beneath its load, this essential experience;… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Call no day happy 'til it is done; call no man happy til he is dead. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
