As The Strings Of A Lute Are

Life Without Freedom Is Like A Body Without A Soul, And Freedom Without Thought Is Like A Confused Spirit. . . . Life, Freedom And Thought Are Three-in-one, And Are Everlasting And Shall Never Pass Away.

Where Can I Find A Man Governed By Reason Instead Of Habits And Urges?

When You Work You Are A Flute Through Whose Heart The Whispering Of The Hours Turns To Music. Which Of You Would Be A Reed, Dumb And Silent, When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?