Saying Good-bye to the God of Disease (1) Mauve waters and green mountains are nothing when the great ancient doctor Hua To… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
Liupan the Mountain of Six Circles Dazzling sky to the far cirrus clouds. I gaze at wild geese vanishing into the south.… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
The most effective method of propaganda directed at the enemy forces is to release captured soldiers and give the wounded medical treatment... Whenever soldiers… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
We must learn to do economic work from all who know how, no matter who they are. We must esteem them as teachers, learning… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery. — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
At the beginning of anything out of the ordinary, the mass of the people always dislike it. — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
Winds flap the sail, tortoise and snake are silent, a great plan looms. A bridge will fly over this moat dug by heaven and be a road from north to south. We will make a stone wall against the upper river to the west and hold back steamy clouds and rain of Wu peaks. Over tall chasms will be a… — Mao Zedong Copy Share
In the struggle to defend the legacy of Leninism . . . [Stalin] proved himself to be an outstanding Marxist-Leninist fighter. . . . Stalin's works should, as before, be seriously studied . . . [to] see what is correct and what is not. — Mao Zedong Copy Share
It is necessary to master Marxist theory and apply it, master it for the sole purpose of applying it. If you can apply the Marxist-Leninist viewpoint in elucidating one or two practical problems, you should be commended and credited with some achievement. The more problems you elucidate and the more comprehensively and profoundly you do so, the greater will be… — Mao Zedong Copy Share
It is a very good thing, and a significant one too, to exterminate the bourgeoisie and capitalism in China. — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
Return to Shaoshan I regret the passing, the dying, of the vague dream: my native orchards thirty-two years ago. Yet red banners roused the serfs, who seized three-pronged lances when the warlords raised whips in their black hands. We were brave and sacrifice was easy and we asked the sun, the moon, to alter the sky. Now I see a… — Mao Zedong Copy Share
