He Who Does Not See Things In

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.

A Genuine Man Goes To The Roots. To Be A Radical Is No More Than That: To Go To The Roots.

The Nation That Buys Commands, The Nation That Sells Serves; It Is Necessary To Balance Trade In Order To Ensure Freedom; The Country That Wants To Die Sells Only To One Country , And The Country That Wants To Survive Sells To More Than One.

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.

We Are Free, But No To Be Evil