If we must die, O let us nobly die.

It's when you are down that you learn about your faults.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us nobly die.

I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools.

We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally.

Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism.

Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.