I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me, until the last small twig has grown.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

Men without joy seem like corpses.

I am afraid of dying-but being dead, oh yes, that to me is often an appealing prospect.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.