Everything under heaven is in utter chaos; the situation is excellent.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.

There may be thousands of principles of Marxism, but in the final analysis they can be summed up in one sentence: Rebellion is justified.

The sky is no bigger than the mouth of the well.

People like me sound like a lot of big cannons.

Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.

It's always darkest before it becomes totally black.