...it's Only On A Black Day That

Why Should I Trust You? We Haven't Drunk From The Same Bowl Of Soup.

We Didn't Love Freedom Enough.

The Central Government Possesses No Plan Of Finding The Way Out Of This Blind Alley.

Woe To That Nation Whose Literature Is Disturbed By The Intervention Of Power. Because That Is Not Just A Violation Against "freedom Of Print," It Is The Closing Down Of The Heart Of The Nation, A Slashing To Pieces Of Its Memory.

I Am Of Course Confident That I Will Fulfill My Tasks As A Writer In All Circumstances - From My Grave Even More Successfully And More Irrefutably Than In My Lifetime. No One Can Bar The Road To Truth, And To Advance Its Cause I Am Prepared To Accept Even Death. But May It Be That Repeated Lessons Will Finally Teach Us Not To Stop The Writer's Pen During His Lifetime? At No Time Has This Ennobled Our History.