There Can Be No Tyrants Where There

No Good Water Comes From A Muddy Spring. No Sweet Fruit Comes From A Bitter Seed.

I Do Not Write For This Generation. I Am Writing For Other Ages. If This Could Read Me, They Would Burn My Books, The Work Of My Whole Life. On The Other Hand, The Generation Which Interprets These Writings Will Be An Educated Generation; They Will Understand Me And Say: Not All Were Asleep In The Nighttime Of Our Grandparents.

To Be Happy Does Not Mean To Indulge In Foolishness!

The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First Bites.

I Die Without Seeing Dawn's Light Shining On My Country... You, Who Will See It, Welcome It For Me...don't Forget Those Who Fell During The Nighttime.