A forest doesn't weep over one tree.

The generation now coming out of Western schools is unable to distinguish good from bad. Even those words are unacceptable. This results in impaired thinking ability.

I have always had that inner drive, since my birth. And I have always devoted myself gladly to work - to work and to the struggle.

A forest doesn't weep over one tree.

Work is what horses die of

Literature transmits incontrovertible condensed experience... from generation to generation. In this way literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

The same old caveman feeling-greed, envy, violence, and mutual hate, which along the way assumed respectable pseudonyms like class struggle, racial struggle, mass struggle, labor-union struggle-are tearing our world to pieces.