I am a Christian. That obliges me to be a Communist.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for - scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.

I am afraid we must make the world honest before we can honestly say to our children that honesty is the best policy.

I am not a communist and neither is the revolutionary movement.

I am a Communist, a convinced Communist! For some that may be a fantasy. But to me it is my main goal.