I could not blot out hope, for hope belongs to the future.
But a people unable to reform will not be able to preserve its old culture either.
As long as there shall be stones, the seeds of fire will not die.
Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.
Whoever thinks he is objective must already be half drunk.
Why should young people look for guides who hang out gided placards to advertise themselves? They would do better to look for friends, unite with them, and advance together towards some quarter where it seems possible to survive.