Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

Those Who Live Are Those Who Fight.

A Strange Thing Has Happened, Do You Know? I Am In Darkness. There Is A Person Who, Departing, Took Away The Sun.

Do Not Ask The Name Of The Person Who Seeks A Bed For The Night. He Who Is Reluctant To Give His Name Is The One Who Most Needs Shelter.