Those of us who knew him, who shared his trust or had a sometime view of the life he saw through those laughing, prescient eyes, can reread his letters and weep and know the cold edge of our loss. Why write of him when he has so much better written of himself? — Ralph de Toledano, July, 1961

That pointed finger, leveled at his friend, electrified our age and will haunt our history. It revealed, like a stab of lightning, this century's underworld of lost hopes and breeding terrors. And the life that ended in such a moment of truth will never end. Tricked by life, he succeeded in tricking death. Sunday's victory was deceptive; when death called, he had already gone. But while we live, and until the eclipse of the West, his figure stands central and alive, living still his death of demonstration; bearing witness. — Richmond News-Leader, July 1961

The witness is gone, the testimony will stand. — Arthur Koestler, July, 1961