A poet must learn to wage war.

You can kill ten of our men for every one we kill of yours. But even at those odds, you will lose and we will win.

I only follow one party: the Vietnamese Party.

But by reading them again and again finally I was able to grasp the essential part. What emotion, enthusiasm, enlightenment and confidence they communicated to me! I wept for joy.

You will kill ten of us, we will kill one of you, but in the end, you will tire of it first.

The rice grain suffers under the blow of the pestle. But admire its whiteness once the order is over. So it is with men and the world we live in. To be a man one must suffer the blows of misfortune.

To reap a return in ten years, plant trees. To reap a return in 100, cultivate the people.