I beg of you, come and read a prayer over my head. Groan over me. Perhaps it will cure my headache and my fears. We shall not be able to sit in our places today, tomorrow they will take us by the hand and throw us out. They will not be satisfied by merely throwing us out, they will kill us.
Revolution knows no pity.
It only thinks of prolonging the life of the ideal, it removes, destroys the obstacles. We revolutionary Turks, having taken our positions in the name of the nation, and based upon the principles of the Ottoman Empire, founded the rule of Ittihad and Terakki. Our sole aim is to prolong the life of the generation with the sperm of the Turk. The alien nations left from ancient times are like malignant weeds, we must pluck them from the roots, cast it aside and purge our homes. This is the aim and the principle of our revolution.