Just As He Who Gives His Life

Culture, Which Makes Talent Shine, Is Not Completely Ours Either, Nor Can We Place It Solely At Our Disposal. Rather, It Belongs Mainly To Our Country, Which Gave It To Us, And To Humanity, From Which We Receive It As A Birthright.

We Light The Oven So That Everyone May Bake Bread In It.

Like Stones Rolling Down Hills, Fair Ideas Reach Their Objectives Despite All Obstacles And Barriers. It May Be Possible To Speed Or Hinder Them, But Impossible To Stop Them.

Like Bones To The Human Body, The Axle To The Wheel, The Wing To The Bird, And The Air To The Wing, So Is Liberty The Essence Of Life. Whatever Is Done Without It Is Imperfect.

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