I could not blot out hope, for hope belongs to the future.

Though love is instinctive, it cannot develop without a certain stimulus and use.

To protect myself from the rear, I have to stand slantwise.

The most horrible thing is not a government that stages public executions, but a government that secretly disposes of its victims.

I entreat fresh visions from the painters. Be lavish with your vermilion to portray the mountains in the spring.

Imagine an iron house without windows, absolutely indestructible, with many people fast asleep inside who will soon die of suffocation. But you know since they will die in their sleep, they will not feel the pain of death. Now if you cry aloud to wake a few of the lighter sleepers, making those unfortunate few suffer the agony of irrevocable death, do you think you are doing them a good turn?

Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.