Man Works For An Object. Remove That

I Go Where There Are No Slaves, Hangmen Or Oppressors; Where Faith Does Not Kill; Where The One Who Reigns Is God.

Who Does Not Love His Own Tongue Is Far Worse Than A Brute Or Stinking Fish.

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

While A People Preserves Its Language; It Preserves The Marks Of Liberty.

It Is Not The Criminals Who Arouse The Hatred Of Others, But The Men Who Are Honest.