Our Salvation Is In Work, But Let

To An Old Man Any Place That's Warm Is Homeland.

All Human Beings Have Gray Little Souls-and They All Want To Rouge Them Up.

Let Us Not Search For The Guilty Ones Only Among Others, Let Us Speak The Bitter Truth: We Are All Guilty ... Each And Every One Of Us.

The Poor Are Always Rich In Children, And In The Dirt And Ditches Of This Street There Are Groups Of Them From Morning To Night, Hungry, Naked And Dirty. Children Are The Living Flowers Of The Earth, But These Had The Appearance Of Flowers That Have Faded Prematurely, Because They Grew In Ground Where There Was No Healthy Nourishment.

In The Maxim Of The Past You Cannot Go Anywhere.