Man Works For An Object. Remove That

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

The World Laughs At Another Man's Pain.

I Do Not Write For This Generation. I Am Writing For Other Ages. If This Could Read Me, They Would Burn My Books, The Work Of My Whole Life. On The Other Hand, The Generation Which Interprets These Writings Will Be An Educated Generation; They Will Understand Me And Say: Not All Were Asleep In The Nighttime Of Our Grandparents.

I Die Without Seeing Dawn's Light Shining On My Country... You, Who Will See It, Welcome It For Me...don't Forget Those Who Fell During The Nighttime.

Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.