Hard times ain't quit and we ain't quit.
You can tell by looking at most people that the world remains a stone to them and a closed door.
Each generation must go further than the last or what's the use in it?
Literature must spring from the deep and submerged humus of our life.
It's not the suffering of birth, death, love that the young reject, but the suffering of endless labor without dream, eating the spare bread in bitterness, being a slave without the security of a slave.
The people always know that some of the grain will be good, some of the crop will be saved, some will return and bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year some survive to outfox the frost.