A Child Who Does Not Think About

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

But Love, Like The Sun That It Is, Sets Afire And Melts Everything. What Greed And Privilege To Build Up Over Whole Centuries The Indignation Of A Pious Spirit, With Its Natural Following Of Oppressed Souls, Will Cast Down With A Single Shove.

He Who Does Not See Things In Their Depth Should Not Call Himself A Radical.

Let Those Who Desire A Secure Homeland Conquer It. Let Those Who Do Not Conquer It Live Under The Whip And In Exile, Watched Over Like Wild Animals, Cast From One Country To Another, Concealing The Death Of Their Souls With A Beggar's Smile From The Scorn Of Free Men.

Treacherous Assassins, Enemies Of The People, And Worthy Of Everyone's Ridicule Are Those Who, Under The Pretext Of Guiding Future Generations, Teach Them An Isolated System Of Doctrines And Whisper In Their Ear (instead Of The Sweet Message Of Love) The Barbarous Gospel Of Hate.