Because I Was Born A Slave, I

If You Must Hate, If Hatred Is The Leaven Of Your Life, Which Alone Can Give Flavor, Then Hate What Should Be Hated: Falsehood, Violence, Selfishness.

Only The Suppressed Word Is Dangerous.

Nothing Endures Except Change; Nothing Is Constant Except Death. Every Heartbeat Wounds Us, And Life Would Be An Eternal Bleeding To Death, Were It Not For Literature. It Grants Us What Nature Does Not: A Golden Time That Doesn't Rust, A Springtime That Never Wilts, Cloudless Happiness And Eternal Youth. [my Translation]

Ministers Fall Like Buttered Slices Of Bread: Usually On Their Good Side.

Nought Endures But Change.