No Matter How Mistaken Communist Ideas May

Is It Not True, Then, That My Life With All Its Limitation Touches At Many Points The Life Of The World Beautiful? Everything Has Its Wonders, Even Darkness And Silence, And I Learn, Whatever State I May Be, Therein To Be Content.

Certain Periods In History Suddenly Lift Humanity To An Observation Point Where A Clear Light Falls Upon A World Previously Dark.

You Cannot Touch The Clouds, You Know; But You Feel The Rain And Know How Glad The Flowers And The Thirsty Earth Are To Have It After A Hot Day. You Cannot Touch Love Either; But You Feel The Sweetness That It Pours Into Everything. Without Love You Would Not Be Happy Or Want To Play.

Every Renaissance Comes To The World With A Cry, The Cry Of The Human Spirit To Be Free.

My Heart Is Singing For Joy This Morning! A Miracle Has Happened! The Light Of Understanding Has Shone Upon My Little Pupil's Mind, And Behold, All Things Are Changed!