Many Discouraging Hours Will Arise Before The

The Fruits Of One’s Sweat And Mental Labour Are Always Rewarding

Do The People Of The World Not Yet Realize That By Fighting On Until The Bitter End I Am Not Only Performing My Sacred Duty To My People, But Standing Guard In The Last Citadel Of Collective Security? Are They Too Blind To See That I Have My Responsibilities To The Whole Of Humanity To Face? I Must Still Hold On Until My Tardy Allies Appear. And If They Never Come, Then I Say Prophetically And Without Bitterness: The West Will Perish.

Misguided People Sometimes Create Misguided Ideas. Some Of My Ancestors Were Oromo. How Can I Colonize Myself?

There Is No Safer Anchorage For Our Learning, Our Lives, And Our Public Actions Than That Provided By Divine Teachings.

Democracy, Republic: What Do These Words Signify? What Have They Changed In The World? Have Men Become Better, More Loyal, Kinder? Are The People Happier? All Goes On As Before, As Always. Illusions, Illusions.