Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation's heart, the excision of its memory.

It is the artist who realizes that there is a supreme force above him and works gladly away as a small apprentice under God's heaven.

The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.

For a country to have a great writer is like having a second government. That is why no regime has ever loved great writers, only minor ones.

Our government declared that it is conducting some kind of great reforms. In reality, no real reforms were begun and no one at any point has declared a coherent programme.