Some thoughts after reading Things Fall Apart

Oknkwo and his family worked very hard to plant a new farm. But it was like beginning life anew without the vigor and enthusiasm of youth, like learning to become left-handed in old age.

It's true that a child belongs to its father. But when a father beats his child, it seeks sympathy in its mother's hut. A man belongs to his fatherland when things are good and life is sweet. But when there is sorrow and bitterness he finds refuge in his motherland. Your mother is there to protect you. She is buried there. And that is why we say that mother is supreme. Is it right that you, Okokwo, should bring to your mother a heavy face and refuse to be comforted? Be careful or you may displease the dead. You duty is to comfort your wives and children and take them back to your fatherland after seven years. But if you allow sorrow to weigh you down and kill you, they will all die in exile.

"For whom is it well, for whom is it well?
There is no one for whom it is well."

Those were good days when a man had friends in distanc class. Your generation does not know that. You stay at home, afriad of your next-door neighbor. Even a man's motherland is strange to him nowaday.

Never kill a man who says nothing. There is someting ominous behind the silence. There is nothing to fear from someone who shouts.

"There is no story that is not true," said Uchendu. "The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others."

Never make an early morning appointment with a man who has just married a new wife.
Who knows what may happen tomorrow?

Living fire begets cold, impotent ash.

We do not ask for wealth because he that has health and children will also have wealth.

We are better than animals because we have kinsmen.