I've often heard people say, “Your country is beautiful, a virtual paradise.” When will the people of Indonesia be as beautiful as their land, with a civilization and culture that contributes to the greater beauty of humankind and no longer smothers and strangles the mind?

People are raised to believe that happiness is the land to which they are destined to travel. But that belief, which one so easily accepts as true, might just as well be a mirage.

There is at least one advantage to being an Indonesian citizen: With this country's expanse of land and even greater expanse of sea, it's not difficult finding space for one's grave.

I came to see that man finds meaning in his existence only through the active demonstration of his human self, a cosmos comprising the entire constellation of life's factors: culture, civilization, tradition, history, ideals, facts, physical conditions, one's mental state, the ecology, and so on.

Indonesia adalah negeri budak. Budak di antara bangsa dan budak bagi bangsa-bangsa lain.

Saya masih berpendapat bahwa Multatuli besar jasanya kepada bangsa Indonesia, karena dialah yang menyadarkan bangsa Indonesia bahwa mereka dijajah. Sebelumnya, di bawah pengaruh Jawanisme, kebanyakan orang Indonesia bahkan tidak merasa bahwa mereka dijajah.

Yang tak berdarah mati. Yang kekurangan darah lemah. Hanya yang berlumuran darah saja perkasa. Ada adinda dengar? Perkasa! Dan hanya si lemah berkubang dalam air matanya sendiri. (Tumenggung Mandraka)