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.

The righteous one has no sense of humor.

Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.

Who has good luck is good, Who has bad luck is bad.

It's never too late for those whose time has come.

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.

What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?