No art can develop until it penetrates deeply into the life of the people.

The history of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.

Money is only money, beans tonight and steak tomorrow. So long as you can look yourself in the eye.

It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.

Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.

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.

Each generation must go further than the last or what's the use in it?