You Will Kill Ten Of Us, We

The Rice Grain Suffers Under The Blow Of The Pestle. But Admire Its Whiteness Once The Order Is Over. So It Is With Men And The World We Live In. To Be A Man One Must Suffer The Blows Of Misfortune.

You Can Kill Ten Of Our Men For Every One We Kill Of Yours. But Even At Those Odds, You Will Lose And We Will Win.

We Have A Secret Weapon...it Is Called Nationalism

Love Other Human Beings As You Would Love Yourself.

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.