You have your thoughts and I have mine. This is the fact and you can't change it even if you kill me.

Before my eyes are many miserable scenes, the suffering of others and myself forces my hands to move. I become a machine for writing.

My pen is alight and my body aflame. Until both burn down to ash, my love and my hate will remain here in the world.

I have spent myself on all kinds of things ... I have advanced much politically but I have written little and moreover have written it badly.

You have your thoughts and I have mine. This is the fact and you can't change it even if you kill me.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

I am a person always full of contradictions... It was hard to choose whether to devote myself to revolution as a soldier or as a writer.