Love the pride of the conquered nations, and leave them to honour their father and their mother. - Karen Blixen

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.

It is more than their land that you take away from the people, whose Native land you take. It is their past as well, their roots and their identity. If you take away the things that they have been used to see, and will be expecting to see, you may, in a way, as well take their eyes.

For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.