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.

Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.

First feed the face, then talk right and wrong.

Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.

When the praying does no good, insurance does help.

When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.