The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

We Are Free, But Not To Be Evil, Not To Be Indifferent To Human Suffering, Not To Profit From The People, From The Work Created And Sustained Through Their Spirit Of Political Association, While Refusing To Contribute To The Political State That We Profit From.

Hatred, Slavery's Inevitable Aftermath.

A Child, From The Time He Can Think, Should Think About All He Sees, Should Suffer For All Who Cannot Live With Honesty, Should Work So That All Men Can Be Honest, And Should Be Honest Himself.

The Struggles Waged By Nations Are Weak Only When They Lack Support In The Hearts Of Their Women.