A Poet Must Learn To Wage War.

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.

You Can Kill Ten Of Our Men For Every One We Kill Of Yours. But Even At Those Odds, You Will Lose And We Will Win.

Everything Depends On The Americans. If They Want To Make War For 20 Years Then We Shall Make War For 20 Years. If They Want To Make Peace, We Shall Make Peace And Invite Them To Tea Afterwards.

But By Reading Them Again And Again Finally I Was Able To Grasp The Essential Part. What Emotion, Enthusiasm, Enlightenment And Confidence They Communicated To Me! I Wept For Joy.

Military Action Without Politics Is Like A Tree Without A Root.