Quote by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
A state of war only serves as an excuse for domestic tyranny. - Al

A state of war only serves as an excuse for domestic tyranny. – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Other quotes by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

It is the artist who realizes that there is a supreme force above him and works gladly away as a small apprentice under Gods heaven. – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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God
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You only have power over people so long as you dont take everything away from them. But when youve robbed a man of everything, hes no longer in your power – hes free again. – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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power
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Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey people. People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war… Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest. – C. S. Lewis

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I do not believe that civilization will be wiped out in a war fought with the atomic bomb. Perhaps two-thirds of the people of the earth will be killed. – Albert Einstein

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As a soldier, I survived World War I when most of my comrades did not. – Lester B. Pearson

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I get offered a World War II movie at least once a week just because I speak German and was born there. I have always stayed away from it because I didnt want to be put into that box. – Diane Kruger

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You are only what you are when no one is looking. – Robert C. Edwards

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