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.

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

Literature must spring from the deep and submerged humus of our life.

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?

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

Hard times ain't quit and we ain't quit.