It Was Suicide. Others Killed Themselves With

I Believe, In Spite Of All, In Truth's Victory. I Believe In The Momentous Value, Hereafter Inviolable, Of Those Few Truly Fraternal Men In All The Countries Of The World, Who, In The Oscillation Of National Egoisms Let Loose, Stand Up And Stand Out, Steadfast As The Glorious Statues Of Right And Duty.

Let Everything Be Remade On Simple Lines. There Is Only One People, There Is Only One People!

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

There Are Cloudy Moments When One Asks Himself If Men Do Not Deserve All The Disasters Into Which They Rush! No - I Recover Myself - They Do Not Deserve Them. But We, Instead Of Saying "i Wish" Must Say "i Will." And What We Will, We Must Will To Build It, With Order, With Method, Beginning At The Beginning, When Once We Have Been As Far As That Beginning. We Must Not Only Open Our Eyes, But Our Arms, Our Wings.

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.