“The tyrant dies and his rule is over; the martyr dies and his rule begins.” Søren Kierkegaard
"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and abuse those whom God has sent as messengers to you. How often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her young under her wings. But you would not let me. As you willed, your house is now yours, but is made desolate.’”
