Who Fights May Lose, But Who Does

The Finest Plans Are Always Ruined By The Littleness Of Those Who Ought To Carry Them Out, For Emperor Himself Can Actually Be Nothing.

Some Party Hack Decreed That The People Had Lost The Government's Confidence And Could Only Regain It With Redoubled Effort. If That Is The Case, Would It Not Be Simpler, If The Government Simply Dissolved The People And Elected Another?

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

Art Is Not A Mirror. Art Is A Hammer.

Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.