When The Water Starts Boiling It Is

I Cherish My Own Freedom Dearly, But I Care Even More For Your Freedom. Too Many Have Died Since I Went To Prison. Too Many Have Suffered For The Love Of Freedom. I Owe It To Their Widows, To Their Orphans, To Their Mothers And Their Fathers, Who Have Grieved And Wept For Them ..... Not Only Have I Suffered During These Long Lonely Wasted Years. I Am No Less Life-loving Than You Are. But I Cannot Sell The Birthright Of The People To Be Free ....... Only Free Men Can Negotiate. Prisoners Cannot Enter Into Contracts. Your Freedom And Mine Cannot Be Separated.

It Is Most Unusual To Return To A Place That Has Changed In Ways You Yourself Have Altered.

Sometimes, I Feel Like One Who Is On The Sidelines, Who Has Missed Life Itself.

Where You Stand Depends On Where You Sit.

In Some Ways, It Is Easier To Be A Dissident, For Then One Is Without Responsibility.