He Who Is Still Laughing Is He

The First Time It Was Reported That Our Friends Were Being Butchered There Was A Cry Of Horror. Then A Hundred Were Butchered. But When A Thousand Were Butchered And There Was No End To The Butchery, A Blanket Of Silence Spread. When Evil-doing Comes Like Falling Rain, Nobody Calls Out "stop!" When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

None Will Improve Your Lot If You Yourself Do Not.

One Forgets Too Easily The Difference Between A Man And His Image, And That There Is None Between The Sound Of His Voice On The Screen And In Real Life.

Unhappiness Doesn't Grow On The Chest Like Leprosy. Poverty Won't Fall Off The Roof Like A Loose Tile, No; Poverty And Unhappiness Are Man's Doing.

People Who Fight May Lose. People Who Do Not Fight Have Already Lost.